He was annoyed, his emote was still delicious. He came to him and sat on the bench he was sitting on.

"Why won't you join the party?" he asked staring at her again.

Deborah couldn't figure it out, but she thought they had really met a man before, or maybe he was just delusional. This was very bad! Even if the man was very arrogant, he had the most beautiful expressive hazel-colored eyes. She was even fantasizing about his warm embrace. She thought about looking at his impressive pecs again. Why does he think that? She hated the guy so much. She stood up, turned her back to him, and left before her brain could entertain some maddening nuisance. But Vladimir quickly grabbed her arm.

"Come, you might as well dance,"

Deborah pulled Vladimir into the middle of the gathering and joined the dancing couples. He grabbed her waist and smiled. Some of the guests were watching them with questioning looks. She could only wish that the flirt Bettina wasn't there. He saw the woman with Vladimir earlier. What happened and the two are not together?

"Calm down, sweetheart. Maybe your frowny face will be celebrated in the tabloids tomorrow."

He blinked. He didn't like the warmth that Vladimir's hand brought to his arm.

"Aren't you supposed to have Bettina's ass in here? Why, people will gossip about you bringing me here,"

"Sssh, babe, just be quiet. Let's just dance,"

Deborah couldn't help but be taken care of. Was she trembling? Vladimir knew how to dance. He must have a degree in dancing. Vladimir doesn't take his eyes off her like a magnet either. Beautiful eyes that were full of pain and belonged to a monster were staring back at her. Its face is like a sculpted god. That look he saw in the sculptures in Greece. She couldn't blame his women, he was too handsome for real.

"So, what do you do aside from organizing events?"

Why is Vladimir wasting his time? He had been holding himself back for a while. She had perfected her self-control. But with this man, she might as well. set this aside.

"Nothing, except I want to punch your face right now,"

His two hands were on her waist and she was taken care of. His knees were losing strength. No matter where you look at Vladimir's face, you can't find anything to criticize.

Vladimir smiled.

"I must be a total asshole for you to want to do that,"

"You have no idea how much!"

That time it made their bodies stick together even more.

Oh, my sweet. The thought made her blush.

"Do you hate me that much?"

"Yes! Too much!" Deborah's response was chilling.

He wanted to strangle her.

"I see. Still can't forget about the church thing, baby?"

"It's not just that. I don't like men like you,"

Vladimir brought his face closer to hers and simply laughed.

"What kind of man am I?"

"Womanizer, philanderer, debaucher! Those words suit you perfectly."

Vladimir burst out laughing and then immediately became serious. Why does her laugh seem sexy to his ears? Even its lips are delicious.

"You're biased. I see that you're reading too much gossip, but that's very shallow. You can prejudice my kind by reading those rags. Not until you get to know us personally,"

He whispered those words into her ear, creating a fire throughout her body. Deborah felt her cheeks flush and the hairs stand on end. This man was a genius in seduction.

"But you were right about me," the voice added bitterly.

Vladimir is right in saying that everything seen and read on the society pages may not be true. But she had seen too much of this man. She had been updating the list of every girl he had for several years, and it was enough proof that he was a playboy.

But why does he feel different about it now? Why did she have a feeling that he had been badly hurt in the past? Its laughter did not reach the eyes.

"Vladimir!"

They turned around together. Deborah saw that the eyes of the woman who arrived were burning with irritation.

"I've been looking for you for a while! Why are you dancing with her?"

"Easy, Bettina. We were just talking,"

Deborah's thoughts drifted back to the present. Is this what he is saying?

She let go of Vladimir's hand.

"Yeah, we were just talking business. You can dance with him now if you want," he said.

He didn't want to hit Bettina. His knees are getting weak. In the next twenty-four hours, he didn't want to touch Vladimir. She was losing her self-control and sense of composure. He deliberately let go of it. Bettina hurriedly held on and kissed Vladimir on the lips. I think he was taken aback by her flirting! He also fell in love with Bettina's height. Even though her boots had heels she still looked small next to them. Mode lol! They were so tall but she wondered if they had brains. This one looked obtuse. Everything just went through beautifully! Deborah left the two. She didn't care if she was the only one not wearing a gown there. Her beauty has something to say. The women there were just modestly dressed and made up. But they were practically plain when they did not have to make up on. She already looked good in her white long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

He approached a waiter who was serving drinks. He recognized him.

"Ma'am Deborah?"

"Please bring me a margarita, please put it on the table. Have more," He pointed to an empty table near the gazebo. The pool was beside the gazebo. There aren't too many people in that part so it's safe. The said waiter immediately obeyed. They suddenly disappeared when he looked back at Vladimir and the bitch of a woman. Just like that! Now, she would get wild fighting the man. She needed a drink. It will probably clear his mind and get the intoxicating hit out of his system. It's depressing to see the couples around. After a while, the waiter came with a few glasses of wine. He had taken two sips when suddenly someone spoke.

"Hi!"

"Hello, there!" she greeted the handsome man in return.

"I wonder why such a very beautiful woman like you is sitting here alone. I'm Alexis Flores." the guy smiled, and he reached for his hand.

"Deborah Davis," He was just dumbfounded and reached for the man's hand. So this is Alexis Flores? She might as well enjoy his company.

Vladimir sat comfortably on a bench not far from where Deborah and her friend Alexis were sitting. He knew he had been drinking for a while. He couldn't understand why he was wasting his time. He clinked his glass of scotch. Deborah laughs sweetly as if making amends with her friend. Her smile was very radiant and innocent. He could only think that he was bewitched by the woman. He couldn't stand Bettina's presence anymore so he took her to one of his friends. He managed to ask his friends to make her the new endorser for a line of sporting wear just to get rid of her. He was in no mood to socialize with Bettina. He turned his gaze back to Deborah and Alexis. He saw them laughing. He did not approach them at all.

"Alexis," he said as he approached their table.

"Vladimir, bro..."

Alexis stood up and hugged him.

"Sorry, sweetheart, I have to discuss business with him," he pretended to apologize to Deborah then turned to Alexis. "I'm glad you kept her company, bro. Albert's here, he's offering thirty percent of the Ayala property in exchange for a partnership in the Tres state."

Vladimir saw his friend a little surprised.

"Man, I didn't know you were with Deborah."

Deborah shut him up.

"I'm certainly not with him," he answered.

"Don't be hard on him, baby. You've been drinking a lot,"

He gave his friend a look that said, Leave alone.

"Alexis seems to understand him.

"Whoa, easy man! I know that look," he said laughing.

"The guys miss you. Go. Before they throw what's left to the other dogs."

Alexis smiled.

"All right. It was nice knowing you, Deb. I would love to see you soon. Take care, man. She's an awesome prize." His friend smiled at her before he turned to leave.

Vladimir just had to throw it away to leave. Vladimir gulped down the rest of his margarita glass.

"Good! What's your problem? I'm still enjoying talking to Alexis," he said without inhibition.

"The man is no good for you, sweetheart," Vladimir said, frowning.

He sat across her. Did he have nothing to do in life and tripped him up?

"Don't tell me what's good for me! Bastard!" He even ordered the waiter to bring drinks.

"Are you planning to get drunk?" asked Vladimir, who seemed to have lost his composure.

"Are you playing with me? Smile! Maybe some paparazzi are there to steal some pictures."

"Ohhh, I would love to, sweetheart. You'll see our pictures with controversial captions. Maybe they'll take a picture of me kissing you? How's that?"

"Well, well see about that, asshole!" he answered and sipped the wine that the waiter put down.

"I haven't had a drink in a while, I miss it,"

Deborah is out of her mind and she's just saying something. And so what? Will Vladimir kiss her?

"You don't know what you're asking for, woman." Vladimir took the remaining wine and called the waiter to put it away.

"Why did you do that?" His head is a bit heavy.

The young man's eyes were burning when he looked at her.

"Woman, this is a wedding party, not a stag party!"

She smirked. She likes that the guy was pissed off. He intended to drink to annoy her. Even if they see them in the tabloids tomorrow, he is not the only one at a disadvantage. Soon he rumbled in his stomach.

"Where is the bathroom here?" He suddenly stood up. He staggered, about to walk when he bumped into a rock near the gazebo and lost his balance. The next thing she knew she was in the water.

"Help! Help!" Deborah will emerge from the water.

"What the hell!"

Vladimir cursed at what happened. He was about to stop Deborah, but the woman was unpredictable and he did not expect the next thing that happened. He took off his tuxedo coat and jumped into the water. She was yelling wildly. The guests are also curious about what happened. Some of them were by the poolside now. He grabbed the woman by the waist and brought her up for air. It was shaking probably from a mixture of cold and nervousness.

"Damn it, woman! Now, expect that we will be in the tabloids tomorrow!"

Vladimir got out of the water and ignored the people who were looking at them. He went straight into the mansion carrying Deborah. She was like a baby while burying her face in his chest. Both hands were holding his arm.

"Vladimir?"

"What?" he impatiently said.

That was all he could say to cover up the frustration that he was fighting inside. damn, They were wet, for Christ's sake!

"Get me out of here, please," Deborah patted her chest.

He heard her sobbing. And he doesn't want to hear a woman crying. He didn't go straight inside the house. He headed into the garage. He opened the front door of his Audi R8. He tucked her into the passenger seat, put her seat belt on, and sped away. After a few moments, Vladimir looked at Deborah again.

Deborah must have fallen asleep.

"Shit!"

The last thing he wanted was for his Audi R8 to get wet. It was his favorite baby. He quickly reached his condominium unit. He tapped her shoulder, but there was no response. He just didn't wake her up. He rode the lift and went up to his penthouse. I hope they don't get followed by gossip and gossip there! He reached for the security detector when he was in front of his condominium unit. The heavy metal door opened and then Deborah woke up.

"Where am I?" he said in a sleepy voice, his hands on his chest.

"Shhh.. don't ask too much. You're at my place."

They are both wet and Vladimir can feel the softness of Deborah's chest and her nipples. Heaven forbid, but he had no intention of nailing a helpless drunk woman.

"Uhmmm, Vladimir? You smell so good."

"Stop talking," he said in a frustrated tone.

How would he stop himself? What will he do? Strip it down and dress it up? He would love that, but the woman was helpless.

"I'll put you in the tub, baby. It will help,"

Vladimir went straight into his room, opening the bathroom door with one hand. He placed Deborah in the bathtub and began to turn on the warm water. It looks like it's dirty because it's wet. He had a full view of her--well, he didn't know how to describe it---a sexy body.

"Ohhh! You can leave me now, Vladimir, please." She looked at him, still groggy.

Vladimir did not say a word and shut the door. To hell with nursing a damn hard-on. Deborah was still feeling weak but the warm water on her body gave her extra comfort. She could not take that humiliation. She didn't even look when Vladimir took her out of the water, it was too much. Hopefully, the water will just swallow him and evaporate completely. What will their clients say? She was dirty!

He took a shower even though he still felt dizzy. After a few minutes, he got up, wrapped himself in a towel, and left the bathroom. She fought against stumbling. The margarita is a little different for him because he hasn't had a drink in a long time. Deborah surveyed Vladimir's room. The man's taste was surely very expensive and he was not a slob! All its items are organized. The style of the room was a mix of contemporary and modern. The king-size bed's mattress was very tempting. He saw a white T-shirt lying on the bed. The idea of ​​wearing his shirt gave her goosebumps. It was a sign of intimacy and she was not wearing any underwear. She felt like she had just shared an intimate moment with him. You are presumptuous! Why would you sleep in a wet bed? She deliberately took the t-shirt and put it on. Not bad at all. Now, she would sleep in his bed. Great! She tucked herself under the comforter and dozed off. Tomorrow he will think. She couldn't think clearly at that moment.

Deborah had already fallen asleep when Vladimir entered. She didn't even bother to turn off the light. She was sleeping peacefully. Its face is like a doll and its complexion is ruddy like a baby's. He wanted to sit next to the girl and caress her gentle face while she slept. I think he's crazy. Even its lips are yours red A tame tiger when asleep, he thought. He smiled. What he felt was weird. How could he keep this woman who looked exactly like the woman he had hated for so long? The woman he had loved with all his heart but chose to betray him. He was surely imagining things! His past had been entombed in the darkest abyss of hell for the longest time. He has long since forgotten his past. He entered the bathroom and took a shower. He needed to remove the heat from his body. Deborah woke up with a headache. When he remembered all that had happened, he suddenly stood up and ran out of the room. He saw a pillow and a blanket on the couch. Probably the Jew slept there. He did not notice anything unusual about the body. His eyes traveled across the room. He saw what he was looking for in the kitchen. It easily fries any dish. She assessed his muscular back, then her eyes traveled downwards. He was only wearing boxers. The man had a sexy ass,

Vladimir suddenly faced. He gave her a silly smile.

"Morning, sweetheart!" His eyes traveled down from her bosom down to her legs.

"Nice shirt," Vladimir looked dirty.