YOU ARE MY PANDORA'S BOX

Alyssa Lewis twirled her wine glass, her gaze drifting to the bartender. She spent ten days in a row at the Shangrila nightclub. She puts on beautiful makeup and orders Margarita every time she comes here, but she never drinks. When she finally left, it was nearly midnight.

Tonight was no exception. Alyssa flaunted her stunning form, complete with a provocatively large round breast, a tight waist, and a round butt, in a red bodycon dress. Additionally, her skin had a dazzling white tint, and the red of her dress contrasted with it to give the impression that she was a lovely rose in the night. The men in the bar can't keep their eyes off Alyssa because she has a seductive appearance and a frigid aura that contrasts with the craziness and excitement of the surroundings.

The bartender made an effort to concentrate on the wine glasses, but when he noticed that the attractive girl in front of him turned down the flirtatious advances of the 31st man, he peeked at Alyssa a bit more.

What did a stunning girl come here for if she didn't drink, dance, look for a sexual partner, or chat to anyone when she went to the best nightclub in the city? Is she awaiting someone?

Alyssa occasionally cast a quick peek toward the door, her beautiful features unable to conceal her disappointment. She took the scarf off the chairback, wrapped it over her body, set the cash on the desk, and went to the restroom. The bartender sighed as she left. Which man has the good fortune to gain the affection of this lovely young lady?

As Alyssa doesn't drink, she is not drunk. But she wanted to freeze to death because the red bodycon dress Rachel Carter - her best friend - had arranged for her was so exposing. Alyssa was unable to sit there any longer.

She waited for that man for seven days in a row, but he never appeared. Perhaps Rachel's information was incorrect. Dejectedly pulling her golden hair back, Alyssa inspected her flawless face in the mirror and made a vow to herself that this would be her final day at Shangrila.

- Perhaps come up with another strategy to approach him!

As Alyssa exited the restroom and entered the hallway, her scarf was immediately snatched and pulled.

- I think you dropped this scarf, pretty girl!

Alyssa made an unsuccessful attempt to pull the scarf back. The man yanking her scarf inched closer to her with a cunning smile. His breath was extremely alcoholic-scented.

Alyssa decided to let go of the scarf and moved away from him. She held back, not wanting to dispute with him. He grabbed her hand as she turned to leave.

- Don't leave in such a hurry, stay here and play with me tonight.

Alyssa tried to tear her hand away from him out of disgust, but she was unable to do so. She looked about but couldn't find anyone to ask for help. Alyssa changed her demeanor and smile seductively. While her white hand was on his, she softly muttered:

- Okay. But permit me to reach for my scarf. This place is frigid.

- Oh, I guess you're shivering. Don't worry! I'll immediately get you hot.

To get the scarf, Alyssa knelt down. The man stared at her seductive body and couldn't help but swoon. The fact that he was able to find this treasure today was lucky. The sexiest images raced through his mind, making him feel hot. He can imagine how wonderful it would be to have those long, delicate legs wrapped around him and those red lips moaning beneath him.

The man was engrossed in his erotic dreams as Alyssa removed her red high heels and held them firmly in her hands. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then turned to confront the man, slamming her pointed heel into his face.

The man was unprepared for the attack and helpless to defend himself. He frantically pursued Alyssa after realizing he had blood on his face:

- What a b*tch! Be there for me!

Holding on to her stiletto heels, Alyssa sped up while keeping an eye on the back. As a result, she slammed into a man moving in the opposite direction. The impact of the collision sent them both crashing to the ground. Alyssa panicked.

- I'm sorry; I was in a hurry. Someone is attacking me right now.

Alyssa started to apologize, but she stopped short when she took a good look at the man she was lying on top of. After all, it was because of that man that she had waited for in Shangrila these past several days: Liam Hudson.

Alyssa made an attempt to stand up, but because of fear or possibly because she was still feeling dizzy, she fell back onto Liam Hudson. Liam didn't appear bothered about getting struck and falling to the ground by this girl. Because of how smooth her skin was, how sweet and exquisite her perfume smelled, and how crystal clear her voice was, Liam Hudson couldn't bear to push the lady in his lap away from him.

That man had already seen Alyssa and Liam Hudson by the time Alyssa slowly rose to her feet. He gave Alyssa a death-glare, as if he wanted to murder her right then and there. Alyssa stood behind Liam and placed her hands on his waist. In a trembling voice, she said to him:

That terrible guy wants to go with me, but I don't want to. Please help me!

Liam Hudson smiled as he looked at the gorgeous woman who was tightly holding him before turning to face the man who was pursuing her:

- I guess I'll have to take the role of the "hero to save beauty" tonight.