Chapter 1 Getting Drunk and Finding a Male Model

In the nightclub's dance floor, among the men and women indulging themselves under neon lights, there was a peculiar figure—Falcona Zyanza. Dressed in a schoolgirl uniform, she didn't look like a regular here at all. She was pretending to be mature while clumsily pouring down shot after shot of strong liquor. Falcona was stumbling over her words, her tongue heavy with alcohol, pouring out her heart to her best friend, Teresa: "Hey, let me tell you... hiccup!" "I love him so much, why did he have to betray me and break up with me!" Teresa, feeling helpless, held Falcona steady and patiently comforted her: "Who knows! He must have been kicked in the head by someone, leaving you for someone else!" "Oh! Sweetheart, you've had enough to drink, stop it!" As Falcona tilted her head back to gulp down another drink, she realized her hand was empty. Teresa had snatched the bottle away without her noticing. With no bottle to hide behind, her attention was drawn to a man in the corner booth. Layers of greenery couldn't conceal the handsome and rugged jawline of the man. He had just finished a drink, and the faint green stain left on his lips made them even more seductive. They looked so damn kissable. Falcona's hazy mind was filled with this urge—go up there! Claim those lips! If her boyfriend could betray her, why the hell couldn't she betray him! She called it tit for tat. With that in mind, Falcona swayed her body, her steps unsteady but resolute, towards the man. Teresa wanted to stop her, but Falcona shrugged her off: "Don't stop me, I'm going to have some fun!" "If I want to, nobody can stop me! That man is mine!" Teresa called out to her anxiously twice, seeing Falcona ignoring her, she could only give her a helpless reminder: "Don't go too far. Anyway, you're still my sweetheart. Call me if you need anything, I'll come right away!" Falcona waved her arm back at Teresa without turning around, continuing towards the man. But before she could get close to him, she was intercepted by several men in black suits. Damn, where did these people come from! She remembered there weren't so many people here just a moment ago! He waved his hand to dismiss the men blocking her way, crossing his hands arrogantly under his proud chin. The man's full and sexy lips moved as he spoke, his deep voice more magnetic than a cello tuned to E-flat: "Miss, do you have business with me?" Falcona's brain felt like it had been kicked hard, her heart beating several times faster with that sentence. Her brain, already soaked in alcohol, couldn't control her body anymore. She staggered towards the man, who politely supported her waist without overstepping, preventing her from falling into an awkward position in his arms. A cold and strong scent rushed into her nose, like high-quality leather dried and scented with the fragrance of a snow-covered pine forest. It smelled good but carried a hint of danger. She was intoxicated by this scent, taking several deep breaths without realizing how provocative and bold her actions were, straddling his legs. The man's scrutinizing gaze also swept over, meeting her eyes at close range. Falcona felt like she was drowning in his gaze. Those deep green eyes were deeper than a forest, and when his eyelashes fluttered, they emitted a deadly allure. Like a wild beast eyeing its prey, ready to pounce. Just a few seconds of staring from the man made Falcona feel weak all over, her body reacting to him. Seeing that the man didn't reject her closeness, she learned from TV dramas, grabbed his tie, and using a seductive voice only women use when trying to seduce men, said: "I want to buy you for a night, how much?" The man was stunned, and even the sharpness in his eyes softened slightly. Then he looked her up and down. Falcona also looked down at herself, wearing a light red checkered pleated skirt with a snow-white shirt. The shirt was soaked in alcohol, outlining the curves of a young girl, and her thighs, straddling, fully exposed a plump and attractive area, tempting yet elusive, looking extremely enticing. This version of herself, no one could resist, she knew it. If Armand saw her like this, maybe he wouldn't betray her. No... Armand had already done something wrong to her, he deserved to be punished. She also wanted to betray him, right now! Falcona took a deep breath, let go of the man, took out her wallet, grabbed all the cash inside, and waved it towards the man. The bills fluttered like petals, blurring her vision: "All of this... amounts to fifty thousand dollars. If it's not enough... I have cards." Her actions attracted the attention of everyone present, almost everyone looked at her and the money on the ground with greedy eyes, but no one dared to come up and pick up the bills. It was as if they were afraid of something. Falcona felt very proud at the sight, feeling how intimidating she was. The man's low and elegant voice brought her attention back: "Miss, do you know who I am?" Falcona's muddled brain couldn't think anymore. She grabbed the man's tie again, pulled him towards her, and with the other hand picked up the bottle on the table, pointing the bottle at the man, speaking boldly: "I don't care who you are, I've already paid, tonight you're mine!" "Pour me a drink!" This scene was like a patron harassing a hostess. But the patron was Falcona, dressed in a schoolgirl outfit as innocent as a daisy, and the hostess was a man exuding a cold and domineering aura. As if amused by this scene, the man raised an eyebrow, the angle of his lips turning wicked and dangerous. No one had ever dared to speak to him like this, it was interesting. He crossed his legs leisurely, moved his nose slightly towards her, grabbed her wrist and brought her closer to him, the hot breath hitting her face, carrying the characteristic spicy scent of wormwood liquor: "You dare to be wild at such a young age, be careful not to burn yourself... my little miss!" The unfamiliar heat from the man made her face burn, and the petals suddenly pressed against the man's desire-filled lips, and he also reacted because of her. This kind of primitive response from her body was something she had never experienced before, making her secretly proud. See, she knew no one could resist her like this, she was full of attraction! Even this handsome and domineering man couldn't resist. She just knew it! Pouting discontentedly, she reached down, brushing over the man's solid abs through the fabric of his clothes. The muscles between them formed distinct grooves, making her reluctant to let go, her fingertips tracing those lines, her tone becoming more dominant: "I'm the guest here, I don't need your interference! I want to be wild, I want to play with fire!" The man's gaze became increasingly intense, his body heat seeping through the fabric, making her blood boil. He tilted his head back, drinking from the bottle she brought over: "Since the warning didn't work... willful miss, I'll grant your wish!"