At that moment, all I could think about was revenge, and I didnt care about anything else. As several traffic police officers approached us with a ticket, I took off my top and bared my arms, draping them around the mans neck.
He seemed startled and tried to push me away, but seeing the officers about to reach our car door, he cursed at me, "Youre just making a mess!" Then he took off his suit jacket, attempting to cover me up.
I wasnt going to let him succeed; I placed both hands on his chest and tore at the buttons of his shirt.
The man was clearly angry, gripping my wrists tightly as he looked at me with red eyes. "Do you have any idea what youre doing?" he asked sternly.
Just as I was about to retort, there was a knock on the car window.
"What are you doing? You cant park here, get out!" the lead officer said angrily, taking in our disheveled appearance.
The man seemed very annoyed, staring at me for a moment before opening the car door after dressing me. "This matter needs to be handled, you can talk to me directly," he said with an air of authority that momentarily took my breath away.
I was feeling quite displeased at this point. As just a gigolo, why did he have to act like a good Samaritan and help me?
Reluctantly, I got out of the car, and the officer asked for my drivers license while writing a ticket. "License, please."
"I dont have one," I replied irritably.
Looking around, I noticed that aside from the officers, not many people had gathered, and there was no sign of Edward Cullen paying attention to us.
"No license? Then youll have to come with us to the station, and your car will be impounded!" the officer said, his eyes widening in anger.
"Im not going! What are you going to do about it?" I decided to make a scene since my plan hadnt worked out.
As I shouted, people did stop and started to gather. I was careful to glance towards the building where Edward Cullen worked, all the while struggling.
Perhaps my performance was too convincing, as the man seemed to think I was genuinely distressed. He suddenly pushed the officer holding me away and pulled me into his embrace. "Dont touch her!"
I didnt know whether to cry or laugh. He wouldnt help me when I needed it, yet now he was acting as if he cared.
The lead officer put away his ticket book, folded his arms, and looked the man up and down thoughtfully before saying, "The fine is not much, but Miss here was obstructing official business and engaging in indecent activities with you in public. Technically, she should come with us to the station for at least forty-eight hours..."
"How much do you want?" the man interrupted, taking out his phone.
The officer looked at him in disbelief before hesitantly saying, "About this much."
"Fifty thousand, right? No problem, Ill transfer it to your account now," he said, ready to make the transaction.
"Its half a million..." the officer suddenly increased the demand.
I couldnt bear it anymore and shouted at the officer, "Youre abusing your power and bending the law for personal gain."
But the man seemed unfazed, still holding my hand and calmly saying to the officer, "Half a million it is, but you cant cause any more trouble for this lady."
I turned my head and looked at him in disbelief. Even as a top gigolo, casually paying out fifty thousand without blinking, and for someone hed just met, he must be insane.
Just as I was about to berate him, Edward Cullens voice rang out from the crowd, "Isabella Swan, what are you doing here!"
I turned to see him indeed.
Edward Cullen glanced at the man beside me with a dark expression before making his way over to grab my hand. I nimbly dodged and deliberately hooked my arm into the mans.
"Isabella Swan! What on earth are you doing?" Edward Cullen seemed at the end of his patience, but ever the gentleman in public, he refrained from losing his temper and tried to coax me. "Sweetheart, I know I misunderstood you last night, but you dont have to go out of your way to find someone to make me jealous."
I was truly impressed by his acting skills.
"What are you talking about? Of course, I was with him last night," I said loudly, catching sight of a few of Edward Cullens colleagues in the crowd. "What else would a woman do with a man but enjoy some pleasant activities?"
A few low chuckles spread through the crowd. Edward Cullens face turned an ugly shade of purple, but he managed to force a smile and reached for me. "Vivian, be good. I know I wronged you last night, but you dont have to use someone else to upset me."
I admired his performance.
"Youre talking nonsense. I was clearly with him last night," I said, pressing myself closer to the man and hoping he would say something. But no matter how much I pinched him, the man remained unresponsive, simply allowing me to hold onto him.
Edward Cullen was left in an awkward position, and whispers from his colleagues reached our ears, "It looks like Manager Song has been cheated on by his wife..."
"Its no surprise. I always thought Manager Song was..."
"He always seems so gentle and weak. If it werent for his marriage, we would have thought he was that way..."
Edward Cullens expression grew darker, and in the end, he grabbed me. "See how I deal with you tonight," he said viciously, his usual composure slipping.
"Are you going to hit me again?" I looked up at him defiantly.
"You bet I will," Edward Cullen raised his hand, ready to strike me, but the expected pain never came. Looking up, I saw the mans hand had intercepted Edward Cullens slap.
"I suggest you apologize to her," the mans voice was suddenly chilling, and although he didnt make any further moves, his tone was menacing.