Romance, Adult. Sensitive content 21+ "Saving you to destroy you." Traumatized by his mother's abuse of women, Denis hates the opposite sex, but that doesn't mean he has to be gay. Instead, Denis' hatred leads him to use many women as a means of revenge, toys that he must destroy in such a way after successfully pulling them into a trap. It's just that Denis's temperament and original intentions can change after he meets a woman who works as a disk jockey at a nightspot. Meanwhile, he enjoys making out with different women almost all the time, without any taste and without ever feeling satisfied.
"Why is it suddenly cloudy? Is today's weather forecast wrong?" Jose gazed at the situation outside through the thick glass in the main room of Racher Art, and he was even holding a glass cleaner. "When is the pizza I want coming?"
"Does pizza fly or walk on its own?" The voice came from a woman beside a tattooed man sitting on a sofa not far from Jose's position. A bottle of wine with three shot glasses, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter lay on the table surface. The woman lit the cigarette's tip that was already pressed to her lips. "Maybe you should blab to the pizza guy because he's starving you."
Jose ruffled his loins at her. "You're right, Bianca. I should scold him until he cries."
Bianca smiled as she took a drag from her cigarette and leaned against the broad chest of the black T-shirt clinging to the tattooed man's body. "What are your plans for tonight?"
"Nothing." Denis lifted the sloka glass filled with a small amount of wine and gulped it down.
"Then let's meet at the 24night."
"Sure."
Jose stepped aside into another room of the two-story building owned by his friend and boss. Not long after the sound of a scooter stopped in front of Racher Art, Jose hurriedly ran out because he was ready to cuss out the pizza delivery man who stood with his back to him while removing his helmet.
"Denis, look how your employee is going to cuss out the pizza delivery guy," Bianca said as if ready to enjoy Jose's wrath. Still, Denis didn't look at his friend while Jose was already gyrating behind the pizza delivery girl who had just opened her big box.
"Hey, what took you so long? Almost thirty minutes since I ordered it on the app. Don't you prioritize your customers?" Jose began his rant. "Are you-" The man's lips pressed tightly together as Marra turned her head and smiled.
"I'm sorry, and I didn't do it on purpose. On one trip, I delivered to six places, and you got the last part. Then, on the way here, my scooter almost hit a small dog in the middle of the road. It turned out that the dog's leg was already injured. It looks like he was abused." Marra sighed heavily, wearing a regretful look as she recalled the little dog. She couldn't even bring it back home.
"I see." Jose softened. He even smiled, then rubbed the back of his neck. "I've misunderstood. I must apologize to you."
"No big deal." Marra handed him the pizza box.
"Money, huh?" Jose felt his pants pocket. "It's inside, just a minute." He rushed in and placed the pizza box on the table's surface, making Bianca's forehead furrow as Jose's expression looked happy. Where did the anger go?
"Denis, give me your money." Just as Denis pulled his wallet from his pants pocket, Jose hurriedly grabbed it. "Why is that girl so adorable."
"What? Didn't you scold her earlier? Now she's changed?" Bianca asked.
"She's too cute to scold, and she's like a lollipop." Jose came out and handed her a bill he had taken from Denis' wallet. "Just take the change."
Marra's eyes widened. "Really? You disappointed me earlier, so I had to give you the change." She reached into her jacket pocket.
"No, there's no need. I meant it. Consider it my apology for going too far."
"Hey, I told you it was no big deal." Marra smiled. She took Jose's hand and placed the change there. "Hope you enjoyed the pizza. I have to go back now." She looked up at the sky. "It's almost raining." He put on his helmet and hurried to sit on the scooter's seat, but just as he turned the key, the rain came down immediately. Marra rushed to get out of Jose's way.
"Miss pizza delivery lady, I think you should stay here for a while," Jose said. Perhaps he would enjoy this simple moment.
"I can't, and I have to return the scooter and go home. Don't you have a raincoat in there?" Marra looked back, and it was deserted. She squinted at Jose like she was suspicious of something. It was raining like this, and they were alone. She thought of the worst as she crossed her arms to protect herself. "No! No!" Marra began to fume.
"What?" Jose raised a pair of hands. "I'm not a bad guy. What are you thinking?"
"Then lend me your raincoat."
"Just a minute, I'll check inside." Jose stepped aside, indifferent to Bianca and Denis' activities on the sofa. The woman had been sitting on Denis' lap for who knows how long, draping a hand over his face while gently caressing it before passionately embracing each other's lips.
While Jose searched for something, he found Denis's raincoat in the drawer where the tattoos were executed but stared at it for a long time. "Should I lend this to that girl?" She smiled, then shook her head. "No, it's better for her to get caught in the rain here. Wouldn't it be nice if we could chat for a while? She could be the one to talk to when Denis and Bianca get hot." Jose closed the drawer. "I'm a good guy, and I won't hurt the pizza girl." He was full of confidence and walked back to Marra with a face full of regret, pretending.
"You have it, don't you?" asked Marra, but seeing Jose shake his head made her sigh in annoyance. "Are you serious? Did you search properly?"
"Sure, I've done it from corner to corner. So, Miss. It would be best if you hung around here for a while. Let's go in."
Marra shook her head quickly. "No way."
"I'm not alone here. My boss and his friend are here."
"All men?"
No, she's Bianca, my boss's date. They're there and ready to enjoy the pizza you brought." Jose pointed to the sofa to his right, which would be invisible from the main door of Racher Art as a two-meter-long curtain covered it, only opened if desired.
"Really? You're not lying?" asked Marra skeptically.
"You can check for yourself."
Marra took a hesitant step but ventured in any way. As she looked to her left-the girl almost cursed at the sight of a pair of humans busy making out, she moved back. "No way. What are they going to do next? You tricked me, huh?"
"Haish." Jose snorted. He girded his loins and turned his head to the right. "Hey! Can you guys stop doing that? You're making this girl uncomfortable, and she's my guest. If you want to continue - go upstairs."
Bianca looked away from Denis, and she gave Jose an exasperated look. "Since when do employees manage their bosses? Don't you see what your employees are doing, Denis?"
"Leave it alone."
Jose smiled wryly, feeling victorious now, and looked back at Marra. "They won't do that again, so come on in."
"Can I just sit there? I don't want to join them." Marra pointed to the space on the side of the thick glass.
"Sure, I'll take two chairs, just a moment." Jose perked up again, and he arranged two chairs on the side of the glass like he was in a cafe. "Sit down. Would you like some coffee?"
"You don't have any poison or drugs, do you?" The girl didn't fully believe him.
"Not at all."
Marra nodded doubtfully. She ventured back in and sat on the chair.
"I'll make some coffee for you." As Jose stepped aside, Marra turned her head to the right. Earlier, she hadn't paid much attention to the pair of humans on the sofa out of surprise, but now Marra could see that the man in the black shirt Jose called 'boss' had many tattoos covering both arms and wrists. Even the skin on his neck was almost invisible.
The man turned his head towards her, making them exchange glances for a few seconds before Marra broke the contact and focused on opening her phone.
"Hey, what are you looking at? I'm right here." Bianca directed Denis' face to look at her again. "As long as you're with me, don't look the other way. Okay?"
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