Chapter 172 Arrogance and Wildness
Ashley borrowed a rubber band from a blonde girl. Without looking in the mirror, she gathered all her long hair to the top of her head, skillfully combing it in reverse, and the smooth hair quickly tied into a bundle. The top of her head fluffy, complementing the pretty little face.
Damian felt quite amazed as he watched her tie her hair, and when he saw Ashley unzip her sports suit and take it off, he was immediately excited.
"Ashley!"
Ashley ignored him and handed him the clothes, wearing only a thin-strapped camisole, revealing a shoulder and slender collarbone. Her skin was smooth, and every inch of it seemed to be bathed in warm light. Her waist was delicate, but her upright chest highlighted her charm.
With naturally gifted body proportions, just standing there was enough for her to make all the women present pale in comparison.
Ashley shook her hair, her smile dazzling under the effect lights, lively and sexy. "How do I look? Not bad, right?"
Damian reached out to grab her wrist. "What are you doing?"
Ashley dodged his grasp, stepping lightly in sports casual shoes. She walked out of the catwalk of a supermodel, light and graceful. "Dancing."
Vincent was stunned. His mouth opened and closed a few times before he spoke. "My goodness! Venus!"
Damian gave him a look sharp enough to kill. "Go Away!"
Vincent innocently shrugged his shoulders, but his eyes fixed on Ashley entering the crowded dance floor. "Your subordinate is a charming little wildcat. I like her."
After speaking, Vincent swayed his bulky figure and also entered the crowded dance floor.
Damian's brows furrowed deeply.
On the dance floor, arms and long legs intertwined, men and women twisted together without any reservations, refreshing attire paired with bold poses.
In this chaotic dance, only that touch of purity kept Damian's eyes fixed.
The energetic song "Turn Up" guided the young people to wildly sway. Ashley half-closed her eyes, intoxicated by the straightforward lyrics, waving her arms and swaying her lower body.
Show me where the turn up!
This is how we turn up!
We just gonna turn up!
Mother fucking turn up!
Damian felt a dryness in his mouth. The shark buried deep in his soul, faintly awakened by fresh blood, was eager to surface, raising its head to hunt its desired prey.
Vincent twisted his way to Ashley's side, his large hand reaching for her waist, leaning in close, almost touching her.
Ashley skillfully dodged with a perfect King walk. She just revealed a beautiful smile and curled her finger. Those men immediately rushed towards her like hungry wolves being fed. But Ashley flicked her finger, pushing them away a few inches, slyly winking, and continuing dancing to the beat of the music.
Several men who came to show interest in her all failed, and a few who were unwilling forcibly tried to embrace her intimately, but Ashley evaded perfectly with a kick cross step.
The street dance she learned from classmates during her Ph.D. studies in Sylvania finally came in handy.
Damian, who was unaware of her street dance background, was both angry at the men approaching Ashley and shocked by the scene before him.
She said he didn't know her well enough, and today's scene indeed shattered Damian's perception. From a conservative female lawyer to a dancer of lively songs, the contrast was too great.
She really was a little wildcat!
After finishing a dance, Ashley lightly walked out of the dance floor, a fine sweat on her face crystal clear. Dopamine was released, making her face even more rosy and radiant. Every simple movement carried a hint of unspoken charm.
Behind her, five or six men who had been chatting her up, all smiled brightly, taking drinks from the waiter's tray and offering them to her.
"Hey."
Ashley didn't take the drink, but turned back and shrugged her shoulders. "No. Thanks."
The man insisted, persistently grabbing her wrist. "Can a beauty like you make a friend with me? May I ask your name?"
Ashley raised an eyebrow. "Lisa."
Seeing an opportunity, the man tried even harder. "You dance very well. I like it. Can I buy you a drink and we dance another one?"
Damian stepped between the two. His arm blocking Ashley, pulling her close to him. "Do you want to dance?"
'Alright, the beauty had a date.'
The man smiled awkwardly and walked away reluctantly.
Vincent rushed out of the dance floor excitedly. When he saw Ashley, his eyes sparkled. He exaggeratedly opened his arms ready to hug her. "Amazing! Lisa, You impressed me. I've never seen a woman dance so well!"
Damian warned him with his eyes, telling him to back off. Unlike the reminders in the restaurant, this time, the fierce killing intent in his eyes completely stunned Vincent.
He shivered and took a step back, dropping his hand awkwardly, and smiled wryly. "Lisa, what would you like to drink?"
Standing next to Damian, Vincent could clearly feel his erected defenses, much like a fierce lion baring its fangs before a battle, intimidating his opponent.
A thought flashed in his mind, but he quickly shook his head to banish it from his mind.
"Sex on the Beach." She bluntly ordered a strong cocktail.
Vincent nodded with no surprise. "It fits you."
While he went to the bar to get the drinks, Damian stared at her and asked, "Have you had enough fun?"
Ashley smiled. "Mr. Hearst, what would you like to drink? How about a cup of Manhattan?"
Manhattan was known as a man's cocktail, and for a possessive man like Damian who enjoyed giving orders, he definitely wouldn't want to miss out on this drink.
Damian's expression grew even more unpleasant. "You've been to the bar quite a bit."
The music changed, deafening, requiring close proximity to talk. Ashley tiptoed to find his ear, her tongue teasing with a hint of warmth, blowing on his earlobe. "Yeah, how else would I meet different men if I didn't go to the bar?"
Whether she said it intentionally or truthfully, she successfully provoked Damian.
He grabbed Ashley's shoulder, pinned her in place, and wrapped her up roughly with her sports jacket. "You don't know self-respect."
Ashley didn't resist. She simply tidied up a bit and put on her clothes. "Going to the bar doesn't mean lacking self-respect. Everyone has times when they have high pressure and bad moods and want to release, as long as they don't touch what they shouldn't, the police won't care, you have no say in it."
"I will have a say in it."
Ashley paused. "I don't need."
"Lisa, here you are."
Vincent held two cocktails, handing one to Ashley with a flattering smile on his greasy face.
Ashley lowered her eyes. "Thank you. It’s familiar smell."
Before she could reach out, a long arm reached over her shoulder, snatching the tall glass away, with fingers pinching the outer wall. "She doesn't drink."
His tone was firm and assertive.
Vincent shrugged. "Is he telling the truth?"
Ashley glared at Damian fiercely. "Give it to me."
Damian sniffed the drink and took a sip, savoring it between his lips and teeth. It was a sweet and spicy mix of vodka and peach liqueur.
Her taste wasn’t particularly wild.
"Tastes decent. Do you want some?"
Ashley was fed up with his tone of questioning every time, which was no different from asking the obvious.
"Yes. I want some!"
Damian took a sip and leaned in. Holding her chin, he covered her mouth with his, and pried open Ashley's lips, feeding her the sweet and spicy drink.
