fight in a nightclub

Daisy's POV

Richard and I are still in Italy. Tonight, he invited me to visit a club where group music was performed. It was very crowded and made me uncomfortable as I don't like such places.

The smell of alcohol, cigarettes, and different perfumes mixed, along with the noise and cramped space, made me feel dizzy, especially since Richard had given me a glass of whiskey.

I am now sitting on a chair, waiting for Richard who is in the toilet. Occasionally, I fix my hair which covers my shoulders. I am wearing a tight, sexy blue dress that exposes my thighs and shoulders a little, along with thick makeup and glasses with a gold frame.

"Hey, baby girl!"

I was startled when a man suddenly called me and poked my shoulder. I looked at him and immediately moved away from him. His gaze and smile were wild, and he looked like a thug with several tattoos on his arms and neck, and multiple piercings on his nose, chin, and ears.

"You have nice glasses," he said, but I was too lazy to respond.

"Are you here alone?" he asked.

"No, I'm with my husband," I answered nervously, looking towards the toilet, hoping Richard would come back soon.

"You're with your husband? Hahah ...!" the man laughed, making me frown. "A young girl like you is married? Please don't lie to me because I can't believe you!"

"I'm not lying ... I did come here with my husband," I said.

"Then where is he?"

"He's in the toilet," I said, pointing my gaze towards the toilet, which was somewhat far from where I was sitting.

"I know you're probably lying so that other men won't bother you... but don't worry because I won't bother you," the man said, then turned to a group of people who were watching the singer while dancing. "We should go there... let's have some fun, and I promise no one will dare to bother you!"

I immediately shook my head.

"Come on..." He was about to grab my hand but I immediately pulled away. "Please, I'm here with my husband!" I said firmly.

"Hey, don't lie, I know you've been alone since earlier. Come on, let's join them!"

"I don't want to!"

The man started to force me to stand up. He pulled me towards the audience but suddenly...

Bughh!

Richard appeared out of nowhere, immediately punching the man's face. I covered my mouth in shock, staring at the man lying on the table while Richard panted at him.

"How dare you disturb my wife!"

Richard approached the man again, grabbing his shirt and punching him mercilessly.

"Richard, that's enough. Don't hurt him!" I shouted, looking at Richard who kept hitting the man while people just watched as if they were afraid to stop him.

"You bastard!"

The man stood up, trying to attack Richard by pushing him until he fell near the chair. Richard tried to stand up, but the man immediately stepped on his back.

"Richard!" I shouted, running towards him and spontaneously removing my right heel, then using it to hit the head of that damn man.

Bughh... bought...

"Uh... uh, you bastard!"

"Hey, you damn bastard!"

The man was in pain, trying to avoid me and pushing me.

Bughh...

"Awhh..."

I fell, panting, feeling pain in my buttocks from hitting the floor. Before I could stand up, my attention was diverted to Richard, who got up and tried to strike the man again, but two bodyguards came to stop him.

I exhaled a sigh of relief, stood up, and approached Richard, who was being held by one bodyguard, as was the strange man.

"If you cause a scene again, we'll call the police to arrest you!" said the bodyguard firmly, looking fierce with his bald head and black uniform.

"He started it, he hit me first!" shouted the stranger.

"I hit you because you forced my wife to dance with you, damn it!"

"Liar!" the man denied, then looked at me. "she seduced me, she invited me to dance with her!"

My eyes widened. "That's not true!"

"Sh's a seducer, she's the one who's wrong!"

"Hey, damn it, I know my wife. She's not a seducer of strange men like you!" Richard exclaimed, defending me. I don't know why, but I felt happy about this defense because I was sure he believed me.

"She's a liar!" the stranger shouted.

The situation became more chaotic, and the music stopped playing. Richard, the stranger, and I were taken to a security room. We were given sanctions there, not allowed to enter the club again, and finally, we were kicked out.

After being kicked out, Richard and I walked back to our car, which was our facility while in Italy. The driver immediately took us to the hotel where we were staying.

"Forgive me..."

Finally, Richard spoke, breaking the silence between us. I turned, and our eyes met. I saw regret on his face, which was slightly bruised on the temple and corner of his mouth.

"I'm the one who should apologize because I couldn't safe myself, so you had to fight to defend me," I said sadly.

"No... I'm the one who's wrong here," Richard whispered, holding my tiny right hand in his grip. "If I hadn't been in the bathroom for too long, maybe the stranger wouldn't have had a chance to approach you..."

I sighed heavily. "There's nothing wrong between us... that man was just annoying. I told him that I'm married, but he didn't believe me... he forced me to dance with other guests."

"He's very audacious..."

"And what's more annoying is that he told people that I was seducing him. It seems he's a man who's good at twisting facts; he's very cunning!" I said, suddenly feeling emotional at the thought of the stranger's face. My hand became tense, but Richard continued to hold it.

"You don't have to worry; I believe you..." Richard glanced at me with a smile. "I know my wife is not good at seducing; even my wife is still shy to seduce me."

I blushed instantly; Richard's glance made me embarrassed.

Ring... ring...

Our attention was drawn to Richard's phone, which was in his blue jacket pocket. He immediately took the sophisticated device and answered the call.

"Hello?"

I fell silent, but I glanced at Richard, who looked serious with the caller.

"Good... make sure everything goes according to plan," he said. "Okay, keep monitoring... let me know if there's any progress." Then, the call was cut off.

Richard looked back at me with a smile, but I became curious about who the caller was.

"Who called you?"

"It's just my trustworthy person... he talked about the marketing results for our latest product," he answered casually.

I nodded.

Suddenly, Richard leans his head on my shoulder. "I'm so tired... after this, I want to sleep until morning," he says. I glance at his bruised temple.

"I'll try to treat it."

"No need, it's just a minor bruise."

"But I know it hurts."

"It hurts more if I couldn't save you from that stranger," says Richard, making me look at him. "I don't know why, but I feel so guilty... I shouldn't have taken you there... I know it's not the kind of place you like."

"No need to regret it. Besides, I'm okay."

"But you fell earlier, I think..." Richard touches my hip. "Your butt hurts..." he speaks softly.

I smile. "Yeah... but it's not a problem... it will heal soon."

"I'll massage it later."

I smile, feeling ticklish as Richard starts stroking my thigh. "Um... it's not necessary. I know you'll enjoy massaging me because afterward, you'll..."

"And I won't let you run away from me. Tonight we have to do something different!" says Richard with a smile, then he moves his head away from me. "You just need to prepare... maybe I'll be dominant!"

I just stay quiet, smiling, feeling hot as I imagine having to surrender and let Richard take control of my body later. I don't know why, but I'm also curious about the new sensation he mentioned. My mind runs wild, imagining his muscular body and his big manhood. Sometimes I can't believe that I'm in this position, where I'm used to having sex, even with Richard, who is supposed to be my sister's future husband.