"Bro,why pay for sex when I have all these features? Like what is all the wholesomeness for?"

"Wipe that dirty smirk off your face man, you're saying that because you think all women are the same. I'm telling you, you will meet a woman that doesn't give a fuck about your ugly face but your fine ass pocket"

"You're going to swear my face is ugly" A satisfied laugh followed.

The conversation of two single friends sitting in an open space in the bar.

Sterling blew a whistle at the hostess who walked past them like she intended to. The aim,to attract Jeddah. But the man is too proud for his own good looks. He knows his worth and he shoves it in the face of every woman who likes a

daring man.

His eyes scanned the room like a predator. Yet, looking for not a single prey. Sterling took a sip from his glass looking at his friend with a smile that tells he knows what he's thinking.

"Who is it going to be tonight?" Sterling asked with a smirk almost falling into his glass of Vodka

"I swear to god if you touch me again I'll kill you. Try me"

His eyes drifted from the butt of the red haired standing few feet's from him to the recipient of such daring , bold but annoying voice. He hated the guts of women who feel they can order their way out of things.

She's hot.

That's besides the point.

An annoyed looking man reached for her arms as she walked away from him, heading to the exit door

"She's cooked tonight. I'm telling you"

Sterling's voice brought him back to the table

"I doubt she'll let him. She looks fierce. She could kill" He responded, taking the last sip off his drink.

"Who?" Sterling raised an eyebrow "are you drunk already bro? Mr one hundred bottles can never" A laugh followed. "I don't know what you're saying, but I'm talking about that girl sitting by the door"

"Girl? That's a woman. I'm sure she's someone's mother"

"Moms need Love too"Sterling chuckled standing up for a mission

"For your mind now guy you want to give her love? Saint Sterl"

But Sterling was gone in a second. No time to waste.

Looking back at the exit door, Jeddah took out his Million dollar filled wallet and dropped his tip on the table, standing up to curiosity.

And he was right.

The man was preventing Fearless from leaving. Pinning her to the wall every time she turns to walk away. She was getting upset but she looked helpless.

Jeddah scoffed

"She's not so bold after all "

He stood beside the door, watching them.

And taking out his phone, an idea struck him

When he looked up again, it seemed they had made up. Because the man was now holding her waist and she was completely pinned to the wall

He scoffed

"So much drama. Why go through the stress just to end up where you belong? In his bed!!!

He turned to leave

"Micheal I said Stop!"

Came what sounded like a scream with her last strength

This time, Jeddah did not hesitate. He walked towards them as fast as he could. Making a fist on the way. You would think he's a superhero.

"You know I've been watching, and I've been filming. This act of yours could either make it as a movie, pornography, or a 12 Years imprisonment count evidence. My choice not yours. And I'll pick the latter"

Well spoken Jeddah. Now you've made him mad.

But it worked because big guy slowly let go of fearless' waist and hands. And Jeddah was in trouble.

He fell before he could get to him and wondering why,Jeddah looked up to see her panting uncontrollably with a stick almost as big as Almighty Thor's hammer.

"Not bad"

Not bad at all

She let out a dry smile

And with the look of defeat, she fell. But he was quick enough to catch her.

A strange smell hit his nose and it was coming from her mouth

Aphrodisiac !

"Why would anyone give aphrodisiac to keep a woman? Where is thy charm? Where is thy manlines? Oh shit! Where is the nearest hospital?" He jumped back to reality.

"Please help me"

A soft, calm, and tender voice whispered. Helplessly.

"Yea,I'm trying to get help"

Why is he panicking ? For a stranger that is. Damn he's had dozens of women flood his bed and didn't care how they got home that night. He's never let anyone sleep on his bed for as long as a second. And he has never reacted to any woman the way he's reacting to her touch right now.

He looked down from his phone and she was staring up at him like her life depended on his lips.

"I can't do what you're thinking" He whispered.

Hell I want to!

She wasn't listening. Because she was leaning forward, body pressed against his. With a devotion that says she wants his touch all night.

"Can I at least take you home? Where do you live?" He mustered courage to ask.

"Can we at least get a room?" She whispered

Yet again.

It was either the effect of what he drank minutes ago which is quite unusual, or her bosom pressed against his chest talking when he said;

"Yes".

The Alarm Clock rang with so much annoyance

compared to its usual tone. It's owner tilted his head slowly to it's side and pressed it hard.

"God"

His phone rang

"Guy, where did you sleep last night? You don dey break your own rules?" Sterling's voice echoed on the other side of the phone.

He turned his head slowly to scan the room. It was an unfamiliar place. Not even a room he would pay for when he's unconscious.

He turned to his other side, remembering the reason he didn't sleep on his king sized bed. And just like his Pride, the reason was gone.