Chapter 134 You Have to Pay
"I apologize for the spectacle."
I said this as I sent the hotel manager away. Once the elevator doors closed, I swung my arm and gave her butt two more slaps.
Natasha cursed, "Knox, are you crazy? Damn it, put me down!"
"Sure, once we get to the room, you'll be begging for more!"
As I spoke, the elevator opened. I carried Natasha to the room, opened the door, and threw her heavily onto the bed.
"Knox, what are you doing? Don't you dare! Let me out."
Natasha struggled to get up and rushed toward the door.
I reached out and ripped off her top.
Natasha screamed, trying to cover her chest, but with her hands tied, all she could move was her mouth.
She backed into a corner, shouting as she retreated, "Knox, if you dare touch me today, I'll never forgive you!"
"Really? I'd like to see how you'll make me pay."
With that, I flung her clothes aside and quickly stripped off my own shirt and pants.
Standing completely naked before Natasha, I spread my arms and smiled at her, "Come on, let's have some fun!"
"Knox, get away from me!"
Seeing she wouldn't come forward and was even kicking at me, anger surged through me.
I lunged forward, pinning Natasha beneath me.
I roughly pulled off her underwear and pressed down on her.
"Knox, you bastard."
Before Natasha could finish cursing, I covered her mouth with mine. Soon the room was filled with nothing but indulgent gasps and moans.
I worked tirelessly on top of her until she melted into a puddle, with no strength left to resist.
Afterward, I carried her to the bed and held her as we fell into a deep sleep. When I woke again, it was already dark outside.
Just as I was about to get up, my phone rang.
After I answered, all sleepiness vanished.
"Natasha, I need to leave for a bit, okay?"
I kissed her hard, and Natasha opened her eyes drowsily. "What is it, Knox? You're satisfied and now you want to leave?"
I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I showed her the phone. "No, look, it's a call from the police station. They said that punk from the bar filed a report, and Serenity is at the station now. I need to go handle this."
"I'll come with you!"
She quickly got out of bed, but when looking for her clothes, she realized they'd been torn to shreds during our lovemaking.
"Knox, look what you did!"
She glared at me playfully.
I felt secretly pleased—this storm had passed, and the engagement party would definitely go on as planned.
I snatched the torn clothes and embraced her from behind, roughly squeezing her full breasts.
"It's just clothes. I'll buy you ten more later."
"You said it, no taking it back."
Natasha turned around with a smile and pinched my face hard.
"Mercy, mercy! I might lie to the whole world, but I'd never lie to you!"
Seeing my smooth talk, she spat lightly, "Remember what you said. If you ever lie to me, I won't forgive you!"
I quickly promised, "Don't worry, I definitely won't."
Satisfied with my promise, Natasha let it go.
Since her clothes were too torn to wear, I had the hotel send up new ones.
After changing, Natasha kept complaining that the clothes were uncomfortable and the threads were scratching her skin.
But I couldn't care less right now—I just wanted to get to the police station and rescue Serenity.
Thinking about how I'd chased after Natasha and left Serenity alone at the bar, I felt a pang of sympathy.
It was my fault. I should have sent someone else to handle it.
When we arrived at the police station, I immediately spotted Serenity sitting alone to one side.
"Serenity."
Hearing my voice, Serenity turned around in delight. But the moment she saw Natasha, she quickly suppressed her smile, her expression becoming cautious.
Natasha looked at her disdainfully and said coldly, "Serenity, you can't even handle such a small matter?"
"Making Knox and me clean up after you—you're completely useless."
Hearing this, Serenity's already pale face showed even more guilt. "It's my fault."
"Of course it's your fault—you useless thing!"
Natasha cut off Serenity's words and turned to the officer in front of her. "Where's the person who filed the report?"
"This way, please."
The officer led us to the next room. When I looked, anger flared up immediately—it was indeed the accomplice of the punk I'd beaten up.
He'd sobered up now, and when he saw me, he pointed his finger and shouted, "Officer, he's the one who hit someone at the bar!"
Seeing him identify me, I frowned and said to the officer, "Can I talk to this gentleman first?"
"Of course, but no violence here."
After the officer spoke, I nodded. "Don't worry, there won't be."
Once the officer left, the man shouted in fear as I approached, "What are you doing? Don't try anything—this is a police station!"
"Don't worry, I won't try anything."
I pulled out the chair in front of him and sat down, crossing my legs. "If I remember correctly, you harassed my friend first, which is why I acted, right?"
The man looked at me somewhat guiltily and said defiantly, "So what? Your friend wasn't hurt at all, but my friend was beaten bloody by you and is in the hospital. You have to pay!"
So it was about money—that was easy to handle.
I said coldly, "How much?"
Seeing me ask, the man thought for a moment. "A hundred thousand dollars."
"Fine."
I agreed immediately and pulled out my phone. "What's your account number? I'll transfer it now."
The man was stunned—he clearly hadn't expected me to agree so readily.
As if afraid I'd change my mind, he quickly pulled out his phone and gave me his account number. A few minutes later, after completing the transaction, I stood up. "Now go tell the police you're dropping the charges."
Having received the money, the man was naturally overjoyed and stood up happily. "Sure, sure!"
Seeing how quickly I'd resolved the trouble, Serenity looked at me with complete admiration.