Relief

The green-eyed man was having a hard time taking Genevieve to a room in the club. She was relentless and didn't want to leave the bar, there was a point where she started crying over again. Calling the man a bastard for trying to take her away from her happy place, yet the green-eyed man wasn't bothered about that.

She threw a tantrum until they were on the elevator, once they've entered the elevator, the man pushed Genevieve to the other side and straightened his ruffled shirt.

He glared at the lady muttering rubbish to herself and giggling every minute, instead of saying what he wanted the words died in his mouth.

He looked at the lady whose hair was covering her face and a little smile graced his lips. This was the same lady he was hoping to meet, and now fate has brought her to him. What other thing can he do than use her for his benefits.

Genevieve, who still felt lightheaded and a bit hot, wanted to cool off immediately and the cold wall of the elevator was giving her a temporary relief.

The hotness was getting worse by the minute, and she knew she had to relieve herself from the pain.

"Are you okay there?" The man couldn't help but ask. He has been watching her, and he knew she has been squirming uncomfortably with a frown merge on her face.

Genevieve didn't reply, she glued her body to the cold wall and started rubbing her body on in for some relief. The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at what she was doing, 'this doesn't seem like she's alright' He thought.

He sighed, rubbed his hair before advancing to the lady, as soon as he was by her side Genevieve grabbed his hand and cling onto him like a koala bear. She smiled sheepishly as she started rubbing her body on his.

The man became stunned for a minute, and all he could do was stare at her with wide eyes. This wasn't right or to his calculations, there was something indeed wrong with the lady but what was?

He studied her body reaction anytime she rubbed it on his, she always let out a low moan every time her lady parts touched his hand or chest. Genevieve smiled softly with the relief and didn't want to let go, this was the only thing that could get her sane and before anyone could tell what was going on she pulled the man closer by his waist and started rocking his body.

She made sure her private part touched his, and that skyrocketed her pleasure—she needed that. Needed the relief that was coming, but she wasn't getting it, her body was still very hot and this rock of a man wasn't doing anything to help. Her grip tightened on him as she let out a low cry of pain and frustration as she tried getting her release.

The green-eyed man had to pull her away from his body, but Genevieve fought to be closer to his.

"You can't do this, Eve." He said.

There it was again, she heard her name but couldn't tell if her hearings were failing her, or she indeed heard her name.

"Pl….ease help me." Her lips wobbled as she forced the word out. Her body was on fire. She was on fire, and she was sure only this man right here would be able to satiate her.

The green-eyed man stared at her for the longest time and as soon as an idea of what was wrong with her came to his mind, his eyes darkened and his fists clenched.

'Someone drugged her.' He was sure. He wasn't just making assumptions, he had been here before—in this same place, got drugged and tried to get some relief from the nearest woman.

That was exactly what this lady was doing, he couldn't believe someone drugged her in his presence and he couldn't tell.

'I will make sure to have a talk with that bastard later on.' He promised himself.

He knew but decided not to say anything about it.

Sighing in frustration, he looked at the tiny thing that was fighting to get close to his body and smiled evilly. This might be his chance to use her, he would take advantage of her and then blame it on her seducing him.

Ding~

The elevator opens, and he sighed before taking the lady's hand and dragged them out. Genevieve kept muttering the word 'please' until he got to the room that was prepared for her.

Her head was getting heavy, eyes glazing as she tried fighting whatever thing that was in her body.

She knew this man wasn't going to help her, so she had to come up with a plan to get his help, she didn't mind trading a business with him—a stranger. All she was after was taking this burning ache off her.

She could feel pains in her honeypots as she squeezed her legs again to reduce the pain. 'This isn't normal.' She thought, but her mind was clouded with lust.

They got to the room and the man opened the door, he brought her in and made to leave, but Genevieve was quick to act. She held his arm and stopped him from leaving.

'He couldn't possibly leave her like this when she clearly needs help.' She wondered.

The man stopped and glanced at the little lady, "what?" He asked.

Her lips winked as she tried coming up with words that she had memorized in her head, but no words came out. It felt like her mouth was also too heavy to open, just as her eyes were getting heavy to open.

"If you can't speak then let go of me, woman." He warned, trying to pull her hand from his.

Genevieve shook her head to clear every dizziness, "ple..please help me." She begged. Another moan left her mouth as she rubbed her legs together, but this wasn't working. Her rubbing her legs together giving her the relief that she wanted, she wanted something different. Something with this man standing before her, and she was going to get it.