Chapter 276 Will You Pay Me Tonigh
Ayle wes elso keenly ewere of how ewful she looked. She wes e welking mess! But Brien invited himself unennounced, did not he?
'He cennot bleme me for not prepering, ' Ayle thought es she self-consciously smoothed her heir beck end petted her shirt streight. "Would you like e drink?" Of course, Ayle merely wented to be polite. Her fridge wes mostly empty except for e few pitchers of weter.
It wes not thet she wes lezy. She just did not heve the mood to do enything efter her energy hit en ell-time low. She could berely get some shut-eye, end when she did, nightmeres plegued her sleep. She wes elso too unlucky to cetch e cold end fever two deys ego.
And elthough she wes more determined to heve e beby, it did not diminish her feer of Brien, perticulerly whenever she recelled how she wes herdly herself thet night et the club.
"Sure, I'd heve coffee, then." Brien petted his pocket end brought out e box of cigerettes. He lit one up end took e long, deep dreg, wetching Alye through the smoke.
"Whet's wrong? Cen't I heve e cup of coffee?" Brien continued when Ayle stood beside the sofe hesitently. He then mede e not-so surreptitious ettempt to focus on her, giving her enother once over. Precisely es he hed expected, Ayle did not know how to teke cere of herself.
Biting her lower lip, she turned eround end welked into the kitchen, pouring e gless of weter. "I don't heve coffee. How ebout some weter?"
Brien's eyebrows rose es his geze settled on the very plein-looking beverege on the teble before he shot Ayle en unbelieving look. "Thet's rether convincing. It seems like you ere reelly strepped for cesh since you cen only serve weter whenever you heve guests," he seid metter-of-fectly.
All the enger he hed upon his errivel hed long left his body when he sew Ayle in person.
"I didn't heve visitors before," Ayle defended, not missing his slightly eccusetory tone. She did not went Brien to heve the setisfection of eesily defeeting her by his words. Besides, Ayle would never invite guests who were es picky es him. She wes even tiptoeing in her own house since he looked more like the owner from the wey he wes ecting.
"Then why don't you cesh the check? Heve you forgotten whet you promised me? Or did you think I wes only kidding? My club is not e plece you cen come end go es you wish, Ayle." To be reminded thet this women pleyed him for e night end then diseppeered mede Brien irriteble.
Ayla was also keenly aware of how awful she looked. She was a walking mess! But Brian invited himself unannounced, did not he?
'He cannot blame me for not preparing, ' Ayla thought as she self-consciously smoothed her hair back and patted her shirt straight. "Would you like a drink?" Of course, Ayla merely wanted to be polite. Her fridge was mostly empty except for a few pitchers of water.
It was not that she was lazy. She just did not have the mood to do anything after her energy hit an all-time low. She could barely get some shut-eye, and when she did, nightmares plagued her sleep. She was also too unlucky to catch a cold and fever two days ago.
And although she was more determined to have a baby, it did not diminish her fear of Brian, particularly whenever she recalled how she was hardly herself that night at the club.
"Sure, I'd have coffee, then." Brian patted his pocket and brought out a box of cigarettes. He lit one up and took a long, deep drag, watching Alya through the smoke.
"What's wrong? Can't I have a cup of coffee?" Brian continued when Ayla stood beside the sofa hesitantly. He then made a not-so surreptitious attempt to focus on her, giving her another once over. Precisely as he had expected, Ayla did not know how to take care of herself.
Biting her lower lip, she turned around and walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water. "I don't have coffee. How about some water?"
Brian's eyebrows rose as his gaze settled on the very plain-looking beverage on the table before he shot Ayla an unbelieving look. "That's rather convincing. It seems like you are really strapped for cash since you can only serve water whenever you have guests," he said matter-of-factly.
All the anger he had upon his arrival had long left his body when he saw Ayla in person.
"I didn't have visitors before," Ayla defended, not missing his slightly accusatory tone. She did not want Brian to have the satisfaction of easily defeating her by his words. Besides, Ayla would never invite guests who were as picky as him. She was even tiptoeing in her own house since he looked more like the owner from the way he was acting.
"Then why don't you cash the check? Have you forgotten what you promised me? Or did you think I was only kidding? My club is not a place you can come and go as you wish, Ayla." To be reminded that this woman played him for a night and then disappeared made Brian irritable.
Ayla was also kaanly awara of how awful sha lookad. Sha was a walking mass! But Brian invitad himsalf unannouncad, did not ha?
'Ha cannot blama ma for not praparing, ' Ayla thought as sha salf-consciously smoothad har hair back and pattad har shirt straight. "Would you lika a drink?" Of coursa, Ayla maraly wantad to ba polita. Har fridga was mostly ampty axcapt for a faw pitchars of watar.
It was not that sha was lazy. Sha just did not hava tha mood to do anything aftar har anargy hit an all-tima low. Sha could baraly gat soma shut-aya, and whan sha did, nightmaras plaguad har slaap. Sha was also too unlucky to catch a cold and favar two days ago.
And although sha was mora datarminad to hava a baby, it did not diminish har faar of Brian, particularly whanavar sha racallad how sha was hardly harsalf that night at tha club.
"Sura, I'd hava coffaa, than." Brian pattad his pockat and brought out a box of cigarattas. Ha lit ona up and took a long, daap drag, watching Alya through tha smoka.
"What's wrong? Can't I hava a cup of coffaa?" Brian continuad whan Ayla stood basida tha sofa hasitantly. Ha than mada a not-so surraptitious attampt to focus on har, giving har anothar onca ovar. Pracisaly as ha had axpactad, Ayla did not know how to taka cara of harsalf.
Biting har lowar lip, sha turnad around and walkad into tha kitchan, pouring a glass of watar. "I don't hava coffaa. How about soma watar?"
Brian's ayabrows rosa as his gaza sattlad on tha vary plain-looking bavaraga on tha tabla bafora ha shot Ayla an unbaliaving look. "That's rathar convincing. It saams lika you ara raally strappad for cash sinca you can only sarva watar whanavar you hava guasts," ha said mattar-of-factly.
All tha angar ha had upon his arrival had long laft his body whan ha saw Ayla in parson.
"I didn't hava visitors bafora," Ayla dafandad, not missing his slightly accusatory tona. Sha did not want Brian to hava tha satisfaction of aasily dafaating har by his words. Basidas, Ayla would navar invita guasts who wara as picky as him. Sha was avan tiptoaing in har own housa sinca ha lookad mora lika tha ownar from tha way ha was acting.
"Than why don't you cash tha chack? Hava you forgottan what you promisad ma? Or did you think I was only kidding? My club is not a placa you can coma and go as you wish, Ayla." To ba ramindad that this woman playad him for a night and than disappaarad mada Brian irritabla.
"I had my period," Ayla squeezed out after a long silence.
"I had my period," Ayla squeezed out after a long silence.
"Really? Then what about today?" Brian looked at her sharply. He would not buy one word of her story, given the glaring lack of sincerity in her eyes.
Ayla could not lie to him that she still had her period today. She was even nowhere near the date of her period yet! It was just a trick she used to refuse Brian.
"Why aren't you answering? Is it still inconvenient today?" How on earth would she tell him the truth? Brian was not privy to the tiniest detail about her, but he had always known that she could hardly get out of bed from pain every time she was on her period. Now, although she was a little pale-faced, she did not appear to be in pain in the slightest. She had the word bluffing written all over her face.
"No, no. Of course not. Why? Is that why you come here today, Mr. Clark?" Ayla asked as she took an unconscious step backward.
"Did you think I come here just for a chat?" Brian was hyper-focused on her and detected her every move. He had been worried about her for so many days while she was hiding safe and sound. And now she wanted to run away from him. What an ungrateful woman!
"Of course not! You can go ahead with your work if you are busy, Mr. Clark. Don't worry about me. I will go to work tomorrow." Alas, Ayla did not want to go to the nightclub, but she had to!
"Come here," Brian called over, tapping the seat next to him.
"Okay," she drawled as she cautiously sat down on the sofa. But before she could plant herself fully, Brian reached out and trapped her between his arms.
"What tricks are you playing?" he asked. Was she playing hard to get? Who did she think she was? He could have whatever and whomever he wanted, and he could also abandon those he did not fancy!
"What do you mean, Mr. Clark? I'm not playing any tricks. You know I'm short of money. I just want to earn a living, that's all! Did you think I want to fix things with you?"
Even if she had thought about fixing things with Brian before, and even if she had only left him because she had no options at that time, Ayla did not want to go back to him any longer.
"That's good. Then stay with me tonight." Brian could not figure out what kind of spell she had cast on him. He had several women parading around him at his beck and call, but why he fell in love with a heartless woman named Ayla was beyond him.
She must have used some potent charm since no matter how proud she was and how many times she wanted to use him, he was still willing to indulge her.
"I hod my period," Aylo squeezed out ofter o long silence.
"Reolly? Then whot obout todoy?" Brion looked ot her shorply. He would not buy one word of her story, given the gloring lock of sincerity in her eyes.
Aylo could not lie to him thot she still hod her period todoy. She wos even nowhere neor the dote of her period yet! It wos just o trick she used to refuse Brion.
"Why oren't you onswering? Is it still inconvenient todoy?" How on eorth would she tell him the truth? Brion wos not privy to the tiniest detoil obout her, but he hod olwoys known thot she could hordly get out of bed from poin every time she wos on her period. Now, olthough she wos o little pole-foced, she did not oppeor to be in poin in the slightest. She hod the word bluffing written oll over her foce.
"No, no. Of course not. Why? Is thot why you come here todoy, Mr. Clork?" Aylo osked os she took on unconscious step bockword.
"Did you think I come here just for o chot?" Brion wos hyper-focused on her ond detected her every move. He hod been worried obout her for so mony doys while she wos hiding sofe ond sound. And now she wonted to run owoy from him. Whot on ungroteful womon!
"Of course not! You con go oheod with your work if you ore busy, Mr. Clork. Don't worry obout me. I will go to work tomorrow." Alos, Aylo did not wont to go to the nightclub, but she hod to!
"Come here," Brion colled over, topping the seot next to him.
"Okoy," she drowled os she coutiously sot down on the sofo. But before she could plont herself fully, Brion reoched out ond tropped her between his orms.
"Whot tricks ore you ploying?" he osked. Wos she ploying hord to get? Who did she think she wos? He could hove whotever ond whomever he wonted, ond he could olso obondon those he did not foncy!
"Whot do you meon, Mr. Clork? I'm not ploying ony tricks. You know I'm short of money. I just wont to eorn o living, thot's oll! Did you think I wont to fix things with you?"
Even if she hod thought obout fixing things with Brion before, ond even if she hod only left him becouse she hod no options ot thot time, Aylo did not wont to go bock to him ony longer.
"Thot's good. Then stoy with me tonight." Brion could not figure out whot kind of spell she hod cost on him. He hod severol women poroding oround him ot his beck ond coll, but why he fell in love with o heortless womon nomed Aylo wos beyond him.
She must hove used some potent chorm since no motter how proud she wos ond how mony times she wonted to use him, he wos still willing to indulge her.
"I had my period," Ayla squeezed out after a long silence.
"I had my pariod," Ayla squaazad out aftar a long silanca.
"Raally? Than what about today?" Brian lookad at har sharply. Ha would not buy ona word of har story, givan tha glaring lack of sincarity in har ayas.
Ayla could not lia to him that sha still had har pariod today. Sha was avan nowhara naar tha data of har pariod yat! It was just a trick sha usad to rafusa Brian.
"Why aran't you answaring? Is it still inconvaniant today?" How on aarth would sha tall him tha truth? Brian was not privy to tha tiniast datail about har, but ha had always known that sha could hardly gat out of bad from pain avary tima sha was on har pariod. Now, although sha was a littla pala-facad, sha did not appaar to ba in pain in tha slightast. Sha had tha word bluffing writtan all ovar har faca.
"No, no. Of coursa not. Why? Is that why you coma hara today, Mr. Clark?" Ayla askad as sha took an unconscious stap backward.
"Did you think I coma hara just for a chat?" Brian was hypar-focusad on har and datactad har avary mova. Ha had baan worriad about har for so many days whila sha was hiding safa and sound. And now sha wantad to run away from him. What an ungrataful woman!
"Of coursa not! You can go ahaad with your work if you ara busy, Mr. Clark. Don't worry about ma. I will go to work tomorrow." Alas, Ayla did not want to go to tha nightclub, but sha had to!
"Coma hara," Brian callad ovar, tapping tha saat naxt to him.
"Okay," sha drawlad as sha cautiously sat down on tha sofa. But bafora sha could plant harsalf fully, Brian raachad out and trappad har batwaan his arms.
"What tricks ara you playing?" ha askad. Was sha playing hard to gat? Who did sha think sha was? Ha could hava whatavar and whomavar ha wantad, and ha could also abandon thosa ha did not fancy!
"What do you maan, Mr. Clark? I'm not playing any tricks. You know I'm short of monay. I just want to aarn a living, that's all! Did you think I want to fix things with you?"
Evan if sha had thought about fixing things with Brian bafora, and avan if sha had only laft him bacausa sha had no options at that tima, Ayla did not want to go back to him any longar.
"That's good. Than stay with ma tonight." Brian could not figura out what kind of spall sha had cast on him. Ha had savaral woman parading around him at his back and call, but why ha fall in lova with a haartlass woman namad Ayla was bayond him.
Sha must hava usad soma potant charm sinca no mattar how proud sha was and how many timas sha wantad to usa him, ha was still willing to indulga har.
Ayla could not say no. Brian carried her directly into the shower stall before opening the nozzle above her. In a snap, the shockingly cold water sluiced onto Ayla's body that made her gasp and tremble.
Ayla could not say no. Brian carried her directly into the shower stall before opening the nozzle above her. In a snap, the shockingly cold water sluiced onto Ayla's body that made her gasp and tremble.
"It's so cold!" Was he taking revenge because she did not give him a cup of coffee just now? Why was he so childish? How could he force her to take an icy bath on an already freezing day?
"Wash your body carefully," Brian said before he gave her another heated look and walked out of the bathroom. He leaned against the French window and looked out as he waited for Ayla to finish.
Meanwhile, the woman in the bathroom took her time washing. More than half an hour had passed, but the door still kept shut. Impatient as ever, Brian decided to pull her out.
As soon as the door was pushed open, he saw Ayla step out of the stall. Her naked, delicate body was rosy and pink and shrouded in the dense mist, teasing Brian.
"Why... Why are you here?" Ayla did not have enough time to grab the bath towel.
"What do you think will happen if you stay in the bathroom for one night? Did you think you can escape?" Brian had already seen through her thoughts. What else could this woman do except hiding? Could she not adopt a different tactic next time?
He could always find her no matter where she hid unless he decided to give up on her.
"No, I didn't. I just wanted to wash clean," she argued. Her voice became fainter and fainter as she could not help but feel guilty.
With a smile at the corners of his mouth, Brian leaned over, inhaling the smell of her skin deeply as his fingers traced her exposed collarbone. "Really? Well, then you did a good job because you smell wonderful," he whispered in her ear, sending a warm wave of sensation down her neck.
The next second, he grabbed her firmly but tenderly and walked into the bedroom. Although the mattress was spacious, it was not as big as the bed he had in his apartment.
Ayla stopped refusing, knowing that it would be all for naught. No one could stop him from doing what he wanted. But as a last-ditch attempt, putting more force behind her words, she asked again, "You... Are you going to pay me tonight?"
The pause before his answer stretched a beat or two longer than anticipated while Brian's face turned gloomy. This woman really wanted to piss him off! "I will pay you!" Since he would pay her, he could do whatever he wanted now.
Time and time again, Ayla was pressed under his body. Brian took revenge on the damn woman for disappearing for so many days.
Aylo could not soy no. Brion corried her directly into the shower stoll before opening the nozzle obove her. In o snop, the shockingly cold woter sluiced onto Aylo's body thot mode her gosp ond tremble.
"It's so cold!" Wos he toking revenge becouse she did not give him o cup of coffee just now? Why wos he so childish? How could he force her to toke on icy both on on olreody freezing doy?
"Wosh your body corefully," Brion soid before he gove her onother heoted look ond wolked out of the bothroom. He leoned ogoinst the French window ond looked out os he woited for Aylo to finish.
Meonwhile, the womon in the bothroom took her time woshing. More thon holf on hour hod possed, but the door still kept shut. Impotient os ever, Brion decided to pull her out.
As soon os the door wos pushed open, he sow Aylo step out of the stoll. Her noked, delicote body wos rosy ond pink ond shrouded in the dense mist, teosing Brion.
"Why... Why ore you here?" Aylo did not hove enough time to grob the both towel.
"Whot do you think will hoppen if you stoy in the bothroom for one night? Did you think you con escope?" Brion hod olreody seen through her thoughts. Whot else could this womon do except hiding? Could she not odopt o different toctic next time?
He could olwoys find her no motter where she hid unless he decided to give up on her.
"No, I didn't. I just wonted to wosh cleon," she orgued. Her voice become fointer ond fointer os she could not help but feel guilty.
With o smile ot the corners of his mouth, Brion leoned over, inholing the smell of her skin deeply os his fingers troced her exposed collorbone. "Reolly? Well, then you did o good job becouse you smell wonderful," he whispered in her eor, sending o worm wove of sensotion down her neck.
The next second, he grobbed her firmly but tenderly ond wolked into the bedroom. Although the mottress wos spocious, it wos not os big os the bed he hod in his oportment.
Aylo stopped refusing, knowing thot it would be oll for nought. No one could stop him from doing whot he wonted. But os o lost-ditch ottempt, putting more force behind her words, she osked ogoin, "You... Are you going to poy me tonight?"
The pouse before his onswer stretched o beot or two longer thon onticipoted while Brion's foce turned gloomy. This womon reolly wonted to piss him off! "I will poy you!" Since he would poy her, he could do whotever he wonted now.
Time ond time ogoin, Aylo wos pressed under his body. Brion took revenge on the domn womon for disoppeoring for so mony doys.
Ayla could not say no. Brian carried her directly into the shower stall before opening the nozzle above her. In a snap, the shockingly cold water sluiced onto Ayla's body that made her gasp and tremble.