After leaving the gym, the guy quickly pulled out his phone and called Kai as he walked toward his car.
Kai picked up on the second ring.
"Yeah? Did he agree?"
The guy let out a small breath, sounding slightly relieved.
"Yeah, he agreed. But… he wants to go to Eclipse."
There was a short pause on the other end of the line before Kai burst out laughing — loud and mocking.
"Eclipse?" he repeated, still chuckling. "That fucker actually said Eclipse? Is he out of his goddamn mind?"
The guy scratched his head awkwardly, even though Kai couldn't see him.
"I know, right? I thought he was joking at first. But he said it so casually… like it was no big deal. Told me to come at 8 tomorrow."
Kai's laughter slowly died down, replaced by a cold, amused tone.
"8 PM at Eclipse on a weekend? With this many people?" He let out another short, mocking laugh. "Does that idiot actually think he can walk into Eclipse like it's some regular club? What, does he think flashing a fake rich-boy smile is gonna get him past the door?"
The guy stayed quiet, letting Kai vent.
Kai continued, his voice dripping with disdain.
"Fucking hilarious. He's probably never even set foot inside a place like that. Acting all calm and mysterious in the gym, but the second someone mentions a real club, he starts reaching for something way above his level."
He paused for a second, then spoke again, this time with a more dangerous edge.
"Fine. Let's play along. Tell everyone we're going to Eclipse tomorrow at 8. I want as many people there as possible."
The guy hesitated.
"…You sure? Getting that many people into Eclipse on a Saturday night won't be easy, even for you."
Kai smirked on the other end of the call.
"Don't worry about that. I'll make a few calls. If that bastard wants to play pretend in front of everyone, then I'll make sure he gets the perfect stage to embarrass himself."
He let out one last low chuckle.
"Let him think he's in control. I want to see the look on his face when he realizes he can't even get through the door."
The guy nodded, even though Kai couldn't see it.
"Got it. I'll spread the word."
Kai's voice turned colder before he ended the call.
"Good. And make sure Madison comes too. I want her to see exactly what kind of loser she's been wasting her time on."
****
The Watson family mansion stood behind tall iron gates in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods of Beverly Hills. Warm golden lights illuminated the grand estate, and several luxury cars were already lined up along the circular driveway. Every weekend, without fail, the Watson family held their traditional dinner — something Roy usually avoided by staying at his penthouse in downtown LA.
Tonight, however, he had no choice.
A matte-black Lamborghini pulled up to the entrance. Roy stepped out, looking slightly disheveled in a dark button-up shirt with the top two buttons undone. He tossed the keys toward one of the guards without sparing him a glance and walked inside, rubbing his temple.
"Damn… I shouldn't have drunk so much last night," he muttered under his breath. "He's going to nag at me again. If only that old bastard would die already, I could finally be at peace."
As he entered the grand living room, he saw them.
Seated on the large velvet couch near the fireplace were his parents. His father, Richard Watson, sat with his usual stern posture, dressed in a crisp navy suit even at home. He was scrolling through something on his tablet, his expression serious as always.
Next to him sat his stepmother, Natasha Watson.
She was strikingly beautiful in a way that commanded attention. Her long, dark, wavy hair cascaded over one shoulder, framing a face with sharp cheekbones, full lips, and captivating dark eyes.
She wore a tight, form-fitting beige dress that hugged her voluptuous figure — accentuating her full breasts and wide hips. A thin gold chain rested against her deep neckline, and a luxurious gold watch gleamed on her wrist. Even at home, she looked effortlessly elegant and seductive.
Richard, dressed in a crisp navy suit, didn't look up from his tablet.
"You're late," he said coldly. "Again."
Roy forced a smile.
"Traffic was bad, Dad."
Natasha took a slow sip of her wine, her sharp eyes studying Roy. There was a knowing look in her gaze — one that said she didn't believe his excuse for even a second. A faint, almost amused smile played on her lips as she watched him.
"You look tired, Roy," she said softly, her voice smooth and elegant. "Rough night?"
Roy avoided her eyes and dropped onto the opposite couch.
"Just work."
Richard finally put his tablet down, his expression hardening.
"Work? Or were you out wasting your time again with those useless friends of yours?" His voice was low but sharp. "You're twenty-four years old, Roy. When are you going to stop acting like a spoiled brat and start taking your responsibilities seriously?" Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
Roy clenched his jaw.
"I know, Father."
Richard leaned forward slightly, his tone growing colder.
"Do you? Because from where I'm sitting, it looks like you're more interested in chasing girls and wasting the money I worked my entire life to build." He paused, then added with clear disdain, "Stop wasting time on low-class girls. Focus on something that actually matters."
The atmosphere in the room grew heavy.
Natasha's fingers tightened slightly around her wine glass. She glanced at Roy, her eyes unreadable, though a faint trace of irritation flickered across her face — whether it was directed at Richard's words or at the mention of "low-class girls," it was hard to tell.
Roy let out a quiet, bitter chuckle and leaned back on the couch.
"Give me time, Dad. I'm still young."
Richard's eyes narrowed.
"You've been saying that for years. At this rate, you'll still be saying it when I'm dead, and the company is falling apart."
The tension in the room was thick.
Natasha subtly shifted in her seat, her gaze moving between her husband and stepson. She looked like she wanted to intervene, but chose to stay silent for now.
Just then, a maid appeared at the doorway.
"Dinner is ready, sir."
Roy stood up immediately, clearly relieved.
As they moved to the dining table, the atmosphere didn't improve. Richard continued his lecture throughout the meal, his voice calm but cutting. Roy's irritation was visible — he barely touched his food and kept glancing at his phone under the table.
Natasha sat between them, gracefully eating her meal while occasionally glancing at Roy. When she noticed him texting, her eyes sharpened slightly. She didn't say anything, but the way her lips pressed together showed she wasn't pleased.
Just then, Roy's phone vibrated in his pocket.
He received a message from Jennifer.
Jennifer: Hey, Roy, just checking in. What's up?
Roy smirked and quickly typed back while pretending to listen to his father.
Roy: Hey, beautiful. Had fun with your friends today?
Jennifer: Yeah, just some usual shopping.
Roy: Then why wasn't I invited? I should've treated your friends.
Jennifer: You only show off. My friends will start asking questions.
Roy: You can just tell them I'm your boyfriend.
Jennifer didn't reply for a few minutes.
Jennifer: I already have a boyfriend.
Roy's smirk widened.
Roy: There's nothing wrong with having another. With your figure, having a few more wouldn't hurt.
Jennifer: How shameless…
Roy: What can I do when you even started invading my dreams?
Just as he was about to send another message, Natasha's voice cut through the air.
"Roy."
Her tone was calm, but there was an edge to it. She was looking directly at him, her dark eyes slightly narrowed.
"You seem quite distracted tonight."
Richard stopped mid-sentence and looked at his son.
Roy quickly slipped his phone into his pocket and smiled.
"It's nothing. Just work messages."
Natasha didn't look convinced. She took a slow sip of her wine, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary before she finally looked away.
Richard shook his head in disapproval and went back to eating, but the mood at the table had turned noticeably colder.
Roy quickly slid his phone into his pocket and smiled charmingly.
"Anyway, since we've already had dinner, I should get going." New chapters come out on g.com first.
Richard frowned.
"You don't even complete your course. Sit down."
Roy stood up anyway.
"Next time, Dad."
Natasha also rose from her seat gracefully.
"Honey, I also need to go. My friends from England have arrived. I promised to meet them."
Richard looked at her.
"Alright. Take a driver."
Natasha turned to Roy with a soft, elegant smile.
"Roy can drop me. Won't you, Roy?"
Roy met her gaze. There was a silent understanding between them.
"Of course," he replied smoothly. "It would be my pleasure."
Natasha's lips curved into a small, satisfied smile as she picked up her purse.
Roy's matte-black Lamborghini came to a stop in the underground parking lot of a luxurious hotel. The engine purred to a halt before he turned it off. For a moment, neither of them spoke.
Natasha turned her head slightly, her sharp eyes studying him.
"You seem very busy these days, Roy," she said, her voice smooth but laced with irritation. "You don't even pick up my calls anymore."
Roy smiled and reached over, gently brushing his fingers along her cheek.
"Of course not, Mommy. Just my usual stuff."
Natasha scoffed and turned her face toward the window, clearly unimpressed.
"You can't fool me."
Roy didn't reply. Instead, he stepped out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for her. He extended his hand with a charming smile.
"Allow me to serve you today," he said, his voice low. "I promise I'll take care of all your worries."
Natasha looked at him for a second before a small, knowing smile appeared on her lips. She placed her hand in his and stepped out of the car.
"I'll make sure to drain you today," she replied softly.
Roy's smirk deepened.
"I won't complain about that."
They walked toward the private elevator in silence. Once inside, Natasha's teasing expression shifted. Her face returned to its usual, elegant, and composed look as two other guests entered behind them. She calmly let go of Roy's hand and stepped slightly away from him.
Roy, however, had other plans.
With a subtle smirk, he moved closer and slid his hand behind her, giving her ass a firm pinch through the tight fabric of her dress. Natasha's eyes widened slightly. She turned her head and gave him a warning look, shaking her head lightly as if to say not here.
But Roy only found it more exciting.
He moved his hand lower, slipping it between her thighs from behind. His fingers slowly rubbed along her slit over the thin material of her dress and panties. Natasha's breath hitched. She quickly folded her arms across her chest, trying to maintain her composure as her thighs pressed together. She bit down on her tongue to stop any sound from escaping her lips.
The elevator felt painfully slow.
Roy continued his slow, deliberate movements, feeling the growing warmth between her legs. Natasha's breathing had become slightly uneven, though she kept her expression neutral for the other people in the lift.
Finally, the elevator reached their floor with a soft ding.
The moment the doors opened, both of them stepped out quickly. Roy barely had time to swipe the keycard before Natasha pushed him inside the room. The door hadn't even fully closed when she grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against it.
Her lips crashed onto his hungrily.
She kissed him with clear frustration and desire, her hands moving up to cup his face as she pressed her body tightly against his. Roy responded immediately, his hands gripping her waist firmly as he deepened the kiss. The tension that had been building between them all evening finally broke.
Natasha pulled back just enough to speak, her voice breathless against his lips.
"You've been Bad Boy~" she whispered, her tone a mix of accusation and need.
Roy smirked, his hands sliding down to her hips.
"Then I guess I have a lot to make up for tonight."
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