Chapter 318
Grace pulled up her shirt, revealing two heart-shaped designs.
Damn, I was stone-cold sober but still felt all kinds of messed up.
"You gonna stay quiet forever?" Linda asked, smirking at herself. "I thought I could trust you, but turns out you're just a hungry wolf. You devoured me whole, not even a bone left. Isn't that a joke?"
I was restless too, so I lit up a cigarette. "You think I wanted to stick around? You two dragged me into this mess. I puked all over myself, and on the way back, you both went nuts. If I wasn't a decent driver, I'd be meeting God by now."
"John, you trying to shift the blame?"
"I'm just spitting facts!"
I blew out a puff of smoke. "You talk about being played, but what about you two? You think I didn't notice what you were doing?"
"Are you trying to say this is our fault?" Grace's face turned icy.
"And what if I am?" I smirked. "You want me to take responsibility?"
"Damn right, you gotta take responsibility!"
Responsibility?
I looked at them both, feeling all kinds of mixed up. "Isn't that funny?"
"John, what are you saying? You think Grace isn't good enough for you?"
"Mrs. Foster, you want me to take responsibility too?"
Linda squinted. "You got a death wish?"
I stubbed out my cigarette and said calmly, "Stop with the death talk. We only get one life. Who lives and who dies ain't set in stone."
"You threatening me?"
"Just stating facts!"
I locked eyes with her, and she smiled. "You got guts, John. Honestly, someone like you could do well in society. You're a scoundrel, but you got the guts to face death."
"Don't flatter me. I'm just a regular guy."
I chuckled. "There are two types of people: the dead and the living. A witch told me I'd live a long life, so I gotta live it up."
These two women weren't gonna call the cops. If they were, they would've done it already. So I had the confidence to talk like this.
"Alright, here's the deal. Either take responsibility, or I'll find someone to mess up your junk. I won't kill you, but I'll make sure you can't use it." Her eyes had a dangerous glint, and she looked every bit the vice president.
But she wasn't scaring me. After hanging with Charles and the crew, I wasn't afraid. Skyliho Group was just a billion-dollar company. I could barely call myself a millionaire.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Mrs. Foster, if you make me take responsibility, aren't you worried about Mr. Walton?"
"Do you think I'd make you an offer you could refuse?" She said coldly.
"If you're not afraid, then neither am I."
I lit another cigarette. This back-and-forth was more exhausting than a fistfight. "A good subordinate should be willing to share the burden for their leader!"
That had a double meaning. Linda's face changed, and she snorted. "You're dreaming!"
"I'm not just handsome; I got beautiful thoughts too."
"John, you know what you did last night, and so do we. You gotta take responsibility."
Grace chimed in. "You think we won't do anything to you, but you're wrong. I'm a doctor. I can get a forensic exam done. If you left any trace, even if you cleaned up, there might still be residue. When the DNA matches, you won't escape."
"Yeah, we care about our rep, but molestation and attempted molestation are two different beasts. If you add intentional harm, even if you don't get a long sentence, you could still end up in the slammer. Once you're in there, you won't be calling the shots. Is that what you want?"
I furrowed my brow. Grace had a point. Once in jail, it wouldn't be up to me.
And that video I had? It wouldn't be a threat; it'd be evidence, making things worse for me.
"Is that so? Then go ahead. I remember someone last night was quite the model, striking all those poses. I didn't even get to appreciate them properly."
"John, are you really willing to go down with us?" Grace asked. "Am I not good enough for you?"
I looked at her. She was pretty without makeup, even prettier with it, just a notch below Linda, but only slightly.
"You match me, but I'm not worthy of you!"
"Let me make it clear. Either you stick by my side, or you rot in prison!"
My mind raced. Why were they so insistent? I tried to see it from their angle.
If I were them, I'd first try to cover up the incident, then use threats and bribes to win me over. Finally, find a way to resolve the issue.
Linda chimed in, "Do you know Grace is Mr. Walton's sister?"
"Sister? What sister?"
"Cousin!"
No way. So when she called Steven her brother in the video, it was literal.
There had to be a big secret between them, a huge one!
I was super curious about this secret.
"As Mr. Walton's brother-in-law, we'll be family. It'll be easier for you to help me."
The carrot and stick approach had arrived.
After some thought, I decided to play along for now.
"Alright, I agree!"
Grace and Linda exchanged a glance, then walked over to me. Grace naturally took my hand, and I put my arm around her slender waist. "From now on, you're my girlfriend."
Grace smiled but said nothing. I kept an eye on Linda. I saw the anger in her eyes, but it quickly vanished.
"Now that I'm yours, can we delete the photos from yesterday?"
"I deleted them yesterday."
I took out my phone. "Check for yourself."
Grace took the phone, opened it, and saw only some daily photos.
She looked at Linda, who asked, "Are you sure?"
"Believe it or not, I deleted them!"
"Alright, I believe you. But if anyone else finds out about today, you'll regret it."
I chuckled, ignoring her, and turned to Grace. "Let's go to the room. I have something to tell you."
Grace's face stiffened. "Can't we talk here?"
I placed my hand on her backside and gently rubbed it.
"John, what are you doing?"
"Aren't you my girlfriend? Can't I do this?"
"John, please remove your hand quickly!"
"Mrs. Foster, you're too nosy. Does it bother you to see me being affectionate with my girlfriend?"
She took a deep breath. "I mean, mind your image!"
"That's why I asked her to go to the room to talk."
Grace's body stiffened. "Um, I suddenly feel a bit uncomfortable. Let's do it another time!"
John said, "No, I want to have sex with you now."
I leaned in and kissed her earlobe, wanting to tease her in front of Linda, to provoke her.
"John, Linda is still here. Can you not do this?"
"What if Mrs. Foster isn't here?"
"Even if she's not here, it's not appropriate."
I sat on the sofa, holding her. My hand caressed her smooth skin, but she closed her legs, not letting me touch her. "John, stop it, it's too embarrassing."
"It's okay. Mrs. Foster is very understanding. She won't say anything!"
I was scratched and bitten by them, feeling uncomfortable for not retaliating.
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