Igris The Pretty Boy PT.II

Jacintha's smile dropped in disbelief and her brows furrowed while staring blankly at the man who had his middle finger up at her. "Excuse me?". She asked, her voice laced with irritation.

Did this guy think he could be rude to her just because she'd been trying to hit on him? This was supposedly the entertainment district and it was normal to openly show affection to strangers-

At least that was what she heard before coming to such a place to try and have a one night stand with some hot guy.

She glared daggers at him but when he didn't even react she knew that he wasn't intimidated by her. 'Why the hell is he so arrogant? Just because of a pretty face?'.

She noticed his eyes were on her, but they were so lifeless it sent chills down her spine. The man's gaze held nothing inside; as if looking at her seriously was a waste of effort.

Jacintha slammed the table in annoyance while getting up and the cocktails spilled on Igris's leather trousers.