The Traps of Black Swan

Chapter 389 - A Chance

Shawn had no mood to flirt so he was glad the lady backed off. Hearing her asking for a check, he noticed all the bartenders had run away to give him privacy.

He checked her tabs, generated the bill, and placed it in front of her. He looked around to call for somebody to clean his counter and get the payment from the lady.

A mischievous glint flashed in her eyes seeing Shawn still around. Retracting her hand back which had her card to pay the bill, She teased to know how he will react, "Kiss me, I will pay the bill."

Shawn, who had just turned around to call his employee, looked back at her. His eyes unthinkingly landed on her red delicious kissable lips. Anyway, he didn't give in, yet.

His masculine voice sounded crystal clear, "I am so sorry, it's against employee ethics." He sounded upright.

The manager who was looking after the cleaning process almost tripped on her heels but held onto the couch.

'Who was the one ravishing the lips of a foreigner a week back?' She sighed looking at Shawn's serious face and focused on her work.

She had heard Shawn wasn't fooling around much, since the lady had killer looks, she didn't ask him if he needed her help to escape the lady just like many times she had helped him.

Shea bit her lips thinking if there was any such thing in the clubs of Mocon before realizing he was tricking her back. "You..."

Her words stuck at her throat with her breath and her eyes widened at his next move.

Shawn grabbed the back of her neck, attacked her luscious lips catching her off guard when she was least expecting it.

As roughly as he caught her, he sucked her lips harder making her close her eyes. She kissed him back without hissing in pain or disliking his ungentlemanly move.

Meanwhile, Shawn took her card, clicked on the wifi-direct payment machine. He heard the machine generating the bill specifying the payment was done.

Unaware of his actions, Shea pressed her forearms on the countertop to get a little closer to him. Like a power shutting down in a city, she felt her rationality slowly sealing down.

But she suddenly felt a sense of loss just after a few seconds. She felt weird. She felt like Mocon men were giving her unknown feelings, hard to understand.

It wasn't her first kiss and he wasn't the first man but her heart skipped a beat when her eyes landed on his gorgeous face and he licked his lips.

He tasted sweet and smelled amazing. That made her desire to get to his arms and kiss him fiercely until the tingling sensation that he gave vanish away.

Shawn smirked looking at her dazed. He lifted the hand with a bill and her card flashed them in front of her face as he tilted his head to see her reaction.

She had tasted nothing but alcohol and smelled of alcohol so he was the least excited one in them. Seeing her eyes follow him instead of taking her card back, he rolled his eyes and placed the card and bill on the countertop so that he could leave.

Shea liked the little butterflies in her stomach watching him and her skin itching for his touch.

She thought it might be because it had been a long time, she was with a man and she was stressed out recently due to shifting from country S to country A permanently.

Seeing him turn around to leave after just a simple kiss, she grabbed the high neck of his white knitted pullover and pulled him back to her as she sat on the counter stepping on the bar stool.

Shawn hadn't taken a step when he felt the tug. A sexy smirk appeared on his lips. Her strength wasn't enough to pull him around but he kind of liked her actions more than the words.

While turning around he caught the club manager closing her eyes and running towards the locker room to leave them alone before his gaze landed on the woman in front of him.

She didn't look h*rny as he had expected her to be but excited and anticipating before she managed to sit facing him.

"You could at least offer a proper kiss, Mr. Prince." She tugged him closer and teased, "Or was it your first time?" Whereas she was sure it wasn't his first because of how others left the place for them.

Shawn leaned closer with his left hand on the counter and right-hand finger brushing the hair strands that were blocking her eye from him. "Here I thought, you want to get into my pants." His voice tanalized her ears.

The corner of her lips curled up when his voice deepened and started showing interest in her instead of indifference. "Well!" She paused clutching his pullover to pull him even closer as she continued, "My plan was that. But..."

Her words paused when Shawn's lips hovered over hers hitching her breath. But their eyes hardly left each other.

Shea answered the question which was in his mind, "Those are real." She meant her hazel eyes. People often doubt if she was wearing a lens so she thought he might have the same dilemma.

Shawn's fingers grazed down her cheek while he added in a low voice, "They are pleasing on you." He expressed his thought. He never cared about complimenting his flings unless flattering them if required.

Even though he changed his mind to fulfill her wish and his famished body, his eyes were just gluing on hers. Even her simple gaze felt like she could see through him easily.

Shea was used to people staring at her body. Even though she didn't have big busts or butt, she had a great figure and her amazing dressing sense. Seeing him staring into her eyes, she was slightly uncomfortable for not finding the lust but admiration for her eyes.

Shawn peeled his eyes from hers before glancing at the security camera of the club. His right hand shifted from her jawline to the back of her neck and his left arm wrapped around her waist before he whirled pulling her off the counter.

Shea gasped in shock and clutched onto his shoulders. Before she could grasp what was going on, she was straddling him on his lap and he was sitting on the floor stretching his legs, leaning against the drawers of the counter.

Shawn ignored the 'but' she had uttered before. She might have approached him but one to have control will always be him.

He challenged her as he closed the distance between them, "You have a chance." To entice him. If she fails to arouse him, he will toss her there and leave.

A challenge? Wouldn't life be boring without something fun?

She deciphered what was missing with the stranger man she was dancing with. He was like a brother or a friend who knew everything about her. He was reading her thoughts and she could guess what he was up to.

But the man in front of her was too unpredictable and full of verve without trying to attach any strings with her.

She seductively whispered at his ear while her fingertips teased his warm smooth skin, "One chance is all I need."

What was actually attractive about her was, she didn't need alcohol influence to be bold and her clear eyes had nothing to hide.

Pulling her head back to face him, her tempting gaze trailed down his eyes to his lips ready to have a bite.