Chapter 15

In West Surabaya, there is an excellent cafe. The view directly leads to the city, so it can spoil the eyes with the sparkling lights, passing vehicles and pedestrians.

And Calvino is at that cafe. He chose the sofa in the corner of the room. His eyes were fixed on the visitors down there. They look happy enjoying the night with their partner.

"Unfortunately I just found out about this cafe. The view directly leads to the city, this is very nice and it would be great if I enjoyed it with you, Ms. Kiara."

Calvino doesn't know that this cafe is where Damian works, Leonard's cousin, a man he hates so much.

Calvino was lost in thought until a woman's voice startled him. He immediately turned around, glaring at the woman.

The woman was not afraid of Calvino's sharp gaze. "That gaze of yours is passionate, sir." Then, she sat on the sofa with her thighs open, revealing smooth white legs.

Calvino's eyes flashed with anger. "I don't want to be rude. Get out of my sight."

A seductive smile was engraved on the woman's lips. "I don't want to go because I want to be here with you, sir."

Calvino is lazy to argue with that woman. Once again, he asked her to go, but the woman refused. Instead, she leaned towards Calvino, so that exposed her cleavage.

If only that man weren't Calvino. He must have brought that woman to his bed. However, he is different. He doesn't like making love to bitches.

Calvino leaned forward. He looks disgusted at the woman. "I'm not interested in a bitch like you. For me, a woman like you is so disgusting." He raised the corners of his lips.

The woman tossed her hair back. "It's very cold tonight. It would be nice to be accompanied by warmth. You know what I mean, right?" Blinking one eye.

The woman's angered him. Calvino banged his hand on the table. "Go." He snapped with a deadly glare.

"Don't be angry. I don't want your good looks to decrease because your muscles are tense."

Calvino was indifferent. He leaned his back against the sofa, and the woman teased him by playing with her lips.

However, Calvino does not respond because he is only interested in one woman, Samara.

Remembering Samara made him recall the bitter memories that made him frustrated.

Calvino thought, and the woman flicked her fingers in front of his face making him flinch. "I know you're imagining-"

"What do you want? Say!"

The woman plays on the ends of her hair. "You're the impatient type of guy, sir." Her eyes held Calvino's eyes.

Once again, Calvino leaned his face forward, his eyes turning sharp. "Quickly say what do you want?"

The woman got up from her seat and then sat next to Calvino. When she would lean her head on a sturdy shoulder, she canceled her intention because being showered with hideous stares from a pair of brown silhouettes. "Once again I say. I don't want to be rude so watch your attitude!"

That woman's gaze is full of passion. "Listen to me. I like being rough treated because it's more challenging." Licking her tongue. "If you want proof. Better, we prove it now, how about it?"

Calvino's face reddened with anger, his eyes darkened, his hands clenched into fists. "If your goal of being a bitch is money." Tossed much money on the table. "Take the money and go."

The woman's eyes flashed disapprovingly. She felt humiliated. "You hurt my pride, sir."

Calvino lifted the corners of his lips. "Does a woman like you still have self-respect."

"You disgusting man."

"And you're disgusting too."

"You think I'm a bitch? You're wrong. I'm an honorable woman and I don't to sell myself for luxury."

"Then what would be the most appropriate name for a woman like you. You offer both intimacy and warmth."

Calvin looked the other way. He was too fed up with this woman. "Nonsense."

"Offering you warmth and intimacy, doesn't mean I'm interested in sleeping in your bed. But I want to warm your body with this." Putting drink bottles from the leading brand in front of Calvino.

Calvino gasped, his eyes wide. For him, this woman was very adorable because it had made him misunderstand. "Then sit down please."

The woman looked at him sarcastically. "You've looked down on me. I don't want to sell you this drink. Excuse me."

"Wait!"

The woman stopped then turned around. "What?"

"I want to buy your drink."

The woman's eyes flashed as if to say, didn't I tell you that I don't sell this drink to you!

"What if I buy it twice as much?"

The woman did not answer.

"If I buy it triples as much?"

Again the woman did not answer.

Calvin sighed. He looked at the woman intently. "What if I buy it five times from normal price and this is my last offer? If you agree, please sit down and bring me that drink."

The woman was taken aback. It is the first time she has met a customer like Calvino. Usually, the buyers ask for a discount but, this time is different.

'Lord, I'm not dreaming, right?'

Calvin smiled amusedly. "Please have a seat before I change my mind."

The woman sat down gracefully. "Are you sure you bid that high?"

Calvino raised his eyebrows. "Yes."

The woman smiled. "Then I'll pour it into your glass."

"No, thank you."

The woman gasped, her eyes widening. "Then why did you buy it? What for?"

Handing the bottle and money into the woman's hands. "Take it, I don't need it."

"But, sir?"

"I don't like drinking alcohol."

"But you already bought it."

"Think of it as a gift."

The woman handed the money into Calvino's hands. "Sorry, I can't accept gifts from you."

Calvin smiled. "It's not good to refuse a gift. Just take it." Leaning his back on the sofa. His gaze fixed on the woman. "I know it's not easy selling a drink like that. You'd better leave this job. Because women are made to be respected, not abused. And one more thing, your family will be ashamed to see you tempting men into buying such drinks."