Chapter 54 BEING A PERVERT
\[IXORA'S ROOM\]
Ixora checked herself in the mirror, pressing her lips together to blend her lip gloss. She smiled, feeling satisfied with her dress.
She wore a red gown that stopped right below her knees. It hugged her body seamlessly, highlighting all her curves. Her smooth skin glowed on the off-shoulder gown.
Her long, straight legs stood out on the heels she wore—not too high, but perfect enough to add to her height. Her red purse, which was adorned with stones, glittered brightly. Her hair fell freely on her waist. She looked extraordinarily beautiful.
She checked the time and saw it was thirty minutes past six. She texted Nelly before leaving the house.
She had told Blake she'd come on her own despite his persistence in coming to pick her up. He later gave in after so much persuasion from her.
\[ELITE RESTURANT\]
It wasn't the biggest restaurant in New York, but the quietest. It was located near an island that was surrounded by water. Yellow, green, red, and so many lights were connected to the water, giving it a cool ambiance. Goldfish swam on the surface of the water. They would flap their fins at the people who stood by the island, admiring them.
Inside, few people were in the restaurant. A high-glowing chandelier cast warm light on them. The waiters and waitresses served the guests with much respect. Soft music was playing in the background.
Blake sat impatiently at a table, glancing at the door sporadically, expecting Ixora's arrival. He adjusted his bow and checked his wristwatch.
He wouldn't deny it, but for some reason, he was nervous. He plans on asking her out today. He was scared of getting rejected. Some parts of him were beginning to believe Audrey's words.
He exhaled, rubbing his palms together.
A call came to his phone, shaking him out of his nervousness. He left to go and answer it since it was his manager.
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The car screeched to a halt.
"I will call you if I need you," Ixora told the driver.
The driver nodded, glancing at Ixora through the rearview mirror.
"You are pretty, miss," the driver complimented.
Ixora smiled. "Thank you."
She alighted from the car. She waved at the driver, who drove away.
She turned and began walking in.
She had barely taken five steps when the air turned cold. It pierced into her skin like needles, sending goosebumps all over her body.
She clutched her purse tightly to her waist, hastening her steps. Her breathing turned shallow as she found it hard to draw air into her lungs.
The usual feelings settled on her. She could feel Drexton's presence, like he was around her. She looked around, the feelings growing deeper.
She exhaled, finally sighting Blake.
He waved at her with a smile on his face. He was still on his call.
She returned the smile and raised her hand to wave back. He turned his back and continued the call.
She froze when she saw the shadow she didn't recognize as her own.
She immediately spun around, her eyes widening as she saw Drexton behind her. She blinked, trying to blink his presence away, but he stayed.
He was staring directly at her face, emitting that usual intoxicating scent of his.
"Number two," he said, and began walking away.
He took two steps before noticing she wasn't following him.
"Come with me," he said, his voice exuding that commanding tone.
Ixora scoffed, glancing at Blake.
"I am here with a friend. Who do you think you are to order me around?" she spat, fixing her gaze on his back.
He faced her.
Before Ixora could realize his next move, he mounted her on his shoulder.
Her purse fell.
"Put me down!" she shouted, banging her fist on his shoulder.
Her scream alerted Blake. He turned, hanging up the call.
"You monster! Pervert! Let go of me!" She kicked her legs in the air, scratching his shoulder with her nails.
He placed her on the other side of his car and buckled her seatbelt. Ixora banged her fist on the window, unlocking the seatbelt. He got to the driver's side. Ixora glared at him and made to open the door.
"Step out, and I promise to milk your pretty cunt and have your date watch in silence." Drexton's voice held no room for jokes.
She took her hand away from the door, and Drexton drove off.
"Hey, you bastard!" Blake shouted, bolting after the car.
Realizing he couldn't catch up with the car, he ran back, picked up Ixora's purse and got into his car.
It was already late, as he had missed Drexton's car. He immediately called the police.
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"You are a bastard! Psychopath! How dare you forcefully take me away?! I won't let you get away with it." Ixora hasn't stopped ranting.
Drexton hadn't even said a word, his eyes solely focused on the road.
"You are going to regret it if you don't stop this car! Stop this car! You are nothing but a pervert!"
Drexton slowly turned to look at her, giving her a look that passed a message which Ixora failed to understand.
She glared, her eyes throwing daggers at him.
\[OUTHOUSE\]
"What do you think you are doing? Release me now!" she yelled, struggling with the handcuffs.
Her hands were handcuffed apart from each other. She looked at the cuffs, glaring at Drexton.
He stood watching her struggle to free herself. The handcuffs tightened around her wrist, hurting her.
She stayed still, fixing her death glare on Drexton.
"Why have you brought me here?!" she asked.
Drexton stood, both his hands tucked in his pockets, as he watched her struggle. The look on her face, the glare and all, he was enjoying it.
Ixora stared back, wishing she could gouge his eyes out. She wasn't able to comprehend how she ended up getting handcuffed.
He arrived at the outhouse, carried her on his shoulders when she kept proving stubborn. Before she could even realize what was happening, her hands were cuffed to the wall.
What was he planning to do to her? He's a psychopath and psychopaths shouldn't be trusted. He can do the unthinkable.
She twisted her wrist, recalling his words. 'Number two. '
What does that mean?
Her eyes widened when she realized he was talking about his price. She remembered owing him one after the kiss.
Can't he forget things?
She gasped lightly, recollecting his price number two words. 'Take off your clothes, play pet.' He'd always say it in the same voice and tone, no matter how many times he repeated it.
That thought scared her. What if he plans to do it while her hands are handcuffed?
No, she has to get out of here.
"Price number two," she started. "You are nothing but a pervert. A man whore, who was obsessed with seeing my body. Bloody pervert!" she spat, grinding her jaw.
Something flashed in Drexton's eyes. Dark. She couldn't pinpoint it, but she was sure she saw his eyes turn differently. It got worse when he started walking towards her.
"Pervert?" he said, his steps unusually slow.
She was exaggerating because his steps and words had always been slow and weird.
"W... what are you doing?" she stuttered, refusing to show her bravado, leaving.
She looked at the cuffs, twisting her hand further, but it only hurt her wrist.
"Showing you how a pervert behaves." He slid his hand behind his pocket.
"Don't try anything silly with me. You'd regret it."
She gasped, choking on her last words when she saw him slowly slipping out a black ribbon.
If she was not wrong, this was the ribbon she had used to tighten her hair on the day they kissed. Or was she wrong? What would a man like him be doing with a ribbon?
"Remember this?" He brought it out completely, rolling it around his hand.
She was right, it was her ribbon. She thought she had lost it on that day. She had no idea it had fallen on his car. Why would he even be going around with her ribbon?
She had no time to figure out the answer, because he was already in front of her.
Before she could grasp what could go on next, the ribbon came into contact with her neck.
She froze, her breath hitching.
In slow motion, the ribbon loosened in his hand, trailing down to her exposed shoulder.
"W... what are you doing?" She stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper.
His upper lip twitched, the ribbon trailing down to her arm. "Being a pervert." His voice came out strong and raspy.