Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 242: "Move," she commanded, her voice carrying an edge of steel. The speaker, despite his conventionally attractive features, carried himself with an unsavory swagger that grated on her nerves. "We're just looking for some entertainment. Nothing untoward will happen, I promise." Bonnie's patience evaporated as she folded her arms across her chest. "Who exactly do you think you are? Step aside, immediately." The man's expression transformed from casual arrogance to something darker. "Watch that attitude.

You have no idea how many people would kill to be in my good graces." Bonnie's lips curved into a sardonic smile. "And you have no idea how many would kill to be in mine. Let me make this crystal clear-if you so much as brush against us, you'll find yourself without hands by tomorrow." Though uncertain about their status, the man hesitated to back down with his lackeys watching. His pride wouldn't allow it. He attempted a charming smile that came across as smarmy. "Why so hostile?

I'm simply trying to make new acquaintances." His gaze traveled deliberately over Nyla's form, appreciation morphing into raw desire. Her beauty was truly extraordinary-celebrity caliber. That cool, untouchable demeanor only intensified his urge to possess her, to see that icy composure shatter in his bed. Nyla's brow creased slightly. "We're not interested in new acquaintances." She moved to guide Bonnie away, but the man blocked their path. Such confrontations rarely occurred at Night Charm, but Keith's absence had emboldened certain patrons.

The establishment typically operated on mutual consent-when both parties were willing, no one intervened. Even initial resistance often melted away with the right incentives. Thus, many chose to look the other way. "Name your price," the man pressed, his patience wearing thin. "We simply haven't discussed terms yet." Read the newest chapters gⱯlnσνℓs․cøm Most women he approached here jumped at such opportunities. A mirthless laugh escaped Bonnie. "A price? I'll give you five million to leap from that building right now. How's that for terms?" Rage contorted the man's features.

"Listen here, you little bitch. Do you understand where you are? Play nice, or I'll have my boys join the party." Bonnie responded with an exaggerated eye roll. Nyla, thoroughly done with the exchange, tugged at her friend's arm. "We're leaving." "Agreed," Bonnie muttered. "What a delusional psycho. He should take a long look in the mirror before thinking anyone would give him the time of day." "You fucking bitch! Grab them!" the man roared. As figures closed in around them, Nyla reached for her phone-only to find herself suddenly yanked backward into a solid wall of muscle.

She twisted to look up, and her breath caught in her throat. Ethan's perfect features filled her vision, momentarily stunning her into silence. . . .