Chapter Twenty Nine

XS Nightclub was the most luxurious and erotic club in town. It was even patronized by some of the famous dignitaries and billionaires. Hansome boys and beauties found themselves presented with many opportunities to stray. Not to mention the waitress, who would provide any services one wanted.

Pounding music, dancing crowd, and loud yells seemed to attract most people her. But the noble and handsome guest standing in the corner did not seem to enjoy any of these. Thomas frowned upon the woman who approached him and gently pushed her away. He loathed noisy places like this and disliked the women here for the thirsty look on their faces.

Stephen swirled the glass around a little, leisurely crossing his legs. He glanced a the woman dancing with an evil smile giving him "the looks" and trying to catch his attention. Scott was observing him closely. He speechlessly rolled his eyes, wondering what was exciting him so much and causing this abnormal behavior since early morning.

"Why didn't Ariel come with you today?" inquired Thomas. He was surprised that Stephen had come to the club late at the night. After all, Ariel was clingy and always wanted to keep an eye on him. "Well! I don't need to tell Ariel where I go every time, okay?" Stephen casually smiled and sipped the wine. He was immensely enjoying the soft touches from the girls sitting beside him. He had promised Brielle that he would stay away from women. But he had conveniently forgotten the promise in the wake of the gratifying attention he was receiving.

"Stephen, don't pretend to be cool! I heard that you couldn't even pitch a tent earlier because of her existence." The bright smile on Scott's face made the girl sitting on the other side move closer to him.

Stephen did not get angry and just squinted at him. As time passed by, Stephen suddenly became impatient and lost all interest in the women around him. he stopped the hands that kept reaching down and at the same time adjusted his sitting posture to maintain some distance from the girl.

"I can't pitch a tent? You can only comment on this after you have tried. Do you want to be at the bottom of the tent?" Stephen retorted without realizing the effect his words would have. "You are creepier than ever." Scott gave an expression of disgust to make his disdain known. Thomas could not stand their low taste. The smell of the perfume was also overpowering. He waved his hands to let the girls know that they could leave.

"Stephen..." implored one of the girls. She held his hands tightly to encourage him to ask her to stay longer. "It's time for you to leave!" said Stephen gently withdrawing his hands. "Abstinence is not your style! I understand why Thomas would want to stay away. But Stephen? What happened to you?" Scott could not handle Stephen's sudden transition from a playboy to a good boy.

"No reason. I just want to leave, for a change." Stephen drained the glass before heading towards the restroom. Scott did not believe his explanation even for a moment. "Leave for a change? Only idiots would believe him," said Scott nodding his head in amazement. Stephen was getting more and more unpredictable recently.

"Do you think something has happened to him?" Scott asked Thomas as leaned on the sofa and laced his hands behinds his head, showing his bohemian personality. "How can I know? You are the one working with him. You should know better." Thomas was always as cold as ice. His indifferent attitude towards the outside world helped to get close to him, at an arm's length.

"I work with him. I don't live with him. The most difficult thing in the world is to pry into someone else's heart. How can I know what he is thinking?" Scott stared at Thomas. I am not a mind-reader, so how could I possibly know what was going on in somebody else's head, he thought to himself.

When Stephen walked out of the bathroom, he bumped into a couple, who then stumbled. He frowned at them as he could tell that they were drunk. At first, Stephen did not pay much attention to them. But after proceeding to them. But after proceeding two steps, he suddenly stopped and turned back, taking the drunk woman into his arms.

Adam took a moment to realize that the woman he was with, was being held by Stephen. Once he realized what had happened, he quickly swung a punch at Stephen, assuming he was once of the escaped criminals from the last missions. Stephen's bodyguard, immediately stepped forward to block the punch, which started a fistfight.

Stephen did not care about the fight. He knew that Fan could handle it well. He was just concerned about the woman in his arms. he stared at her and wanted to ask her if this was the urgent mission she had talked about. What kind of mission requires one to dress in sexy clothes and get drunk with a man in a club? Stephen was angry now because he had not even received a call.

Adam did not know who Stephen and Fan were. Therefore, he needed to make sure that Brielle was safe. As he was distracted by this thought, Fan managed to land several punches on him. "Who are you?" asked Adam. He was a little anxious and tried to end the fight. He knew that Brielle had been drugged and something bad would happen if he did not take her to the hospital immediately.

" I am someone you cannot mess with," replied Stephen sternly. Although Fan did not know why Stephen had grabbed the woman from Adam, it was his job to protect his master. "Do you know who I am?" Adam asked again. He was getting impatient and irritable. Normally he would be calmer. but this was about Brielle.

"Stephen! What happened?" Thomas and Scott had come to check the reason for the chaos created by Fan and Adam's fight. But, now they could not stop staring at the woman in Stephen's arms. "No way! Stephen did you just grab somebody else's girlfriend!" Scott asked in surprise while watching the fight.

Stephen did not have the time to answer their questions. he just tightly held the drunk woman in his arms and ruthlessly stared at Adam. Brielle, drugged, felt that the room was sweltering hot and her body was on fire so she kept rubbing Stephen to feel the coolness of his skin. She knew the wine had been drugged but she had still drained the glass along with several shots in order to eliminate their suspicion. As Brielle got drunk easily, her mind went completely blank at first. However, all this chaos sobered her a little.

"Stephen, why are you here?" Brielle asked him with a sweet smile and tried to pinch his face to prove that this was not a dream. "I will settle this with you later," Stephen warned her as he caught her hands and put them firmly by her side to stop him from torturing his face. Although she wore thick make-up and revealing clothes, he had recognized her at once and thus grabbed her.

"Staff Thompson! How did you get involved in a fight?" Oliver called out approaching the crowd already gathered. he almost ran to see if he could help Adam. He had been waiting for Adam form a long time outside. he could have expected everything, but not that he would be busy fighting other men.

"Oliver, you know him?" Stephen noticed Oliver's anxiety. It seemed that he knew the man with Brielle. "Mr. Chu! You're here too! Is that man with you? Please stop him. The man he's fighting is Mr. Chu, the staff officer in our military base," implored Oliver while explaining Adam's position. The circumstances had become a little critical since Brielle was roofied. Oliver had been waiting in the car for them after the secret capture of the munition merchants. But when no one had come out, he went in to search for them and noticed the fighting.

"Stand aside Fan," ordered Stephen. Fan was a skillful warrior, but he didn't get the best in his fight with Adam. This meant that Staff Thompson was no ordinary man. He must be as good as Fan, if not better. Stephen had imagined him full of malicious intent at the beginning. That was why he had not stopped Fan from fighting him. But since Oliver had explained Adam's position, he understood that he could not longer connive in a fight with a military officer.

Fan readily obeyed, stopped his attack, and retreated to Stephen's side. While walking back to him, he glanced at the woman in Stephen's arms and was started when he recognized her. She was Mrs. Brielle, his master's wife. No wonder his master wanted her back.

As Fan stepped back, Adam walked to them, indignant eyes fixed on the giggling woman, who was happily cuddling in Stephen's arms. he wondered who this handsome man was, and what was his deal with Brielle. Did he know her? And more importantly, did Brielle know him?

"What do you want? Give her back to me," commanded Adam, fixing Stephen with an unblinking stare. Adam felt a little upset. It was all his fault. If he hadn't been so slack, the man could have never taken Brielle from him. But he couldn't let Brielle go with him, as he no idea what his relationship with her was.

"For what?" Stephen dryly asked. His eyes turned cold as he looked at Adam. he had remembered who he was. Wasn't he the man Ariel had shown him? He did not forget how affectionate and infatuated this man appeared to be as he had looked at his wife.

"This woman is my subordinate and it is my obligation to keep her safe and take her back to the barracks," explained Adam. Not scared of Stephen's stare, he repeated his request. "But I am her husband. It's my obligation also to keep her safe and ensure that she reached home," said Stephen aggressively. Overwhelmed by his words, all the people around were stunned. expect for Oliver and Fan, who already knew this.

"Oliver? Is he Brielle's husband?" With utter disbelief, Adam asked Oliver in shock. When he saw Brielle's acts of affection, he had speculated her relation with that man. But he still felt heartbroken when his guess was confirmed. A sudden pain appeared in his left breast and spread outward.

"yes, Staff Thompson. I am certain of that." Oliver felt a headache approaching. How could he handle this situation? The two men competing for his colonel were too powerful to be handled... "Nice to meet you. I am Adam Thompson, the Chief of Staff in B City Military Base," Adam introduced himself, reluctantly offering Stephen a hand. After all, it was he who had started the fight.

"Gald to meet you, Staff Thompson. I am Stephen Chu, the CEO of Chu International Group." Stephen gave his introduction as he shook hands with Adam. He quickly drew his hand back to stop Brielle's little hand groping inside his shirt. Brielle's abnormal temperature caught his attention.

"Stephen, Mrs. Chu seems drugged." Scott had no idea what had happened before. But according to his experience, Brielle's behavior revealed that she was roofied. And since Stephen had announced that she was his wife, he had no difficulty in calling her Mrs. Chu.

"That's true! Stephen, it seems there's something wrong with her." Thomas was wondering why a married woman would come to such a club with other men, but he knew better than to mess around with other's family affairs.

"What the hell is going on? What happened to her?" Stephen coldly questioned Adam. He had also noticed Brielle's abnormal behavior. "She was drugged in the middle of her assignment. We were just taking her to the hospital." Adam explained while averting his eyes. After all, it was his fault. But he didn't think that she would drink the wine even when she knew that it had been drugged.

"Is this how you carry out your missions?" questioned Stephen. "Fan, fetch the car." Stephen tightly held Brielle's arms to her sides, her body wiggling in his grip. His face darkened with anger when he heard Adam's answer. He knew that alcohol never turned her so horny, and she had been so quiet when she had drunk the last time. Now, it turned out that she was roofied. He was curious to know who had the guts to do this nasty thing to his woman.

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault," apologized Adam quickly when he saw how angry Stephen was. he was by no means a rude and unreasonable person, who excused himself from his responsibilities. And it was indeed his negligence that had lead to this disastrous result.

"Staff Thompson, I would like to take my wife home. May I?" Stephen asked, ignoring Adam's apology. "Um... Of course," answered Adam sulking. A husband's taking care would be the best solution. he was a little worried before, wondering what he would do if they didn't find a cure at the hospital. Perhaps his predicament had been solved.

Stephen said nothing more. He nodded to Adam and picked Brielle up. Carrying her in his arms, he strode out of the club. "master, this way!" Fan was already waiting for Stephen's car. he promptly opened the door for Stephen when he spotted him.

Stephen quickly got in the car with Brielle. He looked a little messy as Brielle had been tugging at his clothes in anticipation, but his noble demeanor had not dwindled even a bit. "To the mansion, Fan, and as quickly as possible." Stephen's voice was a little hoarse. Since Brielle was squirming in his arms, it was difficult for him to resist her.

Despite his struggles to keep her away, Brielle was pressing her body into Stephen's. She hugged and caressed him, moaning softly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. She felt like she was burning from the inside, and he was the only source to quench her thirst.

"Brielle Yang, get your hands off me. or I will have you right here," said Stephen, gritting his teeth. he was still angry. What if he hadn't gone to the club tonight? What if he hadn't run into her? As he thought of the possible consequences. his face and mood turned darker.

As the car rushed towards the mansion, an atmosphere of romance spread inside. Brielle had reached inside Stephen's shirt again, groping for her only comfort. The burning heat had taken over. Knowing not what to do, she climbed on top, and rubbed her knees along his inner thighs, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She trembled as her lips touched his skin. And finally, her lips met his. She moaned with pleasure.

"Hm... Huh.. uh!" She gasped and deepened the kiss. Although angry, Stephen was almost amused. He smiled as he watched Brielle pressing her whole body against him, kissing him as deep and long as she could. he could almost imagine how ashamed she would be of her actions after tonight. her kisses were as innocent and furious as her. Somehow, she had turned him on, too. As soon as the car arrived at the mansion, he pushed the door open and got off with her.