A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 110: I Said, It’s ENOUGH!

Chapter 110: I Said, It’s ENOUGH!

Out of nowhere, a young woman jumped into Valentine’s arms, hugging him.

"Monsieur, shall I make your night wonderful?" She was clearly drunk.

Valentine, at that moment, felt a wave of disgust wash over him.

"Please, let go of me." He grabbed the woman’s hand to push her off, but the young woman held tightly onto him. She curled her arms around his thin waist, stopping him from advancing any further.

This made Valentine furious, but he did not want to react, afraid that he may hurt her just like he did to the woman last time.

Adam, who was behind him, vehemently contracted his eyes. He stepped next to Valentine, grabbed the young woman’s hand, and tossed her aside.

"Do not touch him, you filthy wh*re!" he warned. "Young master, are you okay?"

Valentine nodded at him. "Yes, I am fine. Let’s head to the reception."

"Bonsoir, Monsieur," the lady at the reception greeted with a charming smile. She was clad in a quite revealing garment. "Do you want to select girls?"

"Qui." Valentine nodded.

The receptionist stepped out from behind the table. "Please follow me." She began to walk down the first hall that came into view.

She came to a stop in front of a red door. She turned the handle, pushed the door open, and gestured in.

Valentine stepped inside with Adam, and they stopped at the sight of seven smiling girls, clad in very transparent clothing. They were seated seductively on the bed.

Adam pinched between his brows and averted his eyes as though he didn’t want to look at them.

Valentine scanned the ladies and halted his gaze on the one whose eyes met his. She had cat-shaped eyes, leaving her way more seductive than she already looked. Her hair appeared the longest, falling to her bottom in sleek waves.

"I will take that one." He pointed at the young lady.

The receptionist smiled. She loved his choice.

"She will be right on the way, monsieur. Please take this key." She handed a key over to him.

Adam received the key and followed Valentine as he left. They halted at the door with the same tag as the key. Room 202.

Adam unlocked the door and pushed it open. Valentine entered, but before he closed the door, he said, "Let her in when she comes."

Adam frowned. "Young master, are you sure about—"

Valentine punched his nose before he could complete his words. This caused Adam to instantly begin to bleed from his nostrils.

"I told you to shut up! I will not be a bachelor, Sacre bleu!" Valentine scowled at him.

Adam covered his bleeding nose. "But young master, I—"

Valentine slammed the door shut in his face, leaving him to swallow his words.

"This fucking hurts." He hissed in pain.

...

Valentine took a deep breath.

He walked over to the bed and sat down. He interlocked his fingers and propped his chin up as though in deep thought.

He was not just in thought, he was nervous as well. The embarrassment he felt each time it occurred was something he could not even begin to explain. That was another reason why he wanted to get rid of the trauma. He felt as though he were bound by a chain.

"Young master, she is here." Adam’s voice sounded

Valentine permitted, "Let her in."

He took deep breaths and lifted his head as soon as the door creaked open. The young lady stepped in. She shut the door behind her and smirked at Valentine, who was gazing at her.

Valentine flickered his eyes. His hands were beginning to sweat. The woman was approaching him gradually and seductively. He swallowed hard and shut his eyes to calm his racing heart.

The young woman tilted her head and kneeled on the bed, leaving herself seated on his lap. She traced her fingers across his face, down his slender neck, and grabbed onto the button of his shirt.

This caused Valentine to shiver. His hands were trembling, and he could feel himself about to react, but only the heavens knew how much he was holding back from pushing the young woman off him.

The young woman, on the other hand, was smirking, thinking that his reaction was due to her touch, which technically was, but for a different reason.

Slowly, she began to unbutton his shirt and leaned in to gently kiss his neck. She bit him a little, leaving an immediate hickey on his porcelain skin.

At this point, Valentine had begun to quiver uncontrollably. This made the grin on the young woman’s face widen. She slanted and kissed his ear.

"Monsieur, you should relax, I will make you feel better than this in no time," she whispered.

Valentine’s grip on the bed tightened, and he sprang open his eyes. "Please get off of me. I beg you."

The young woman frowned. "Why? We haven’t even done anything yet."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, and before he could anticipate what would happen next, she slammed her plump lips against his and kissed him, taking off his coat and shirt in the process.

Valentine’s pupils dilated as though he were terrified, and he immediately broke off the kiss. "Please stop! Get off me!"

The young woman was not happy with his behavior. Why was he behaving as though she were disgusting him? He was literally the one who picked her. Is she not enough to please him?

"Monsieur, this is insulting. Let me do my job." She grabbed hold of Valentine and pushed him down onto the bed.

"Get off me, woman!" Valentine felt very weak. This whole situation felt exactly like each time he got violated by that woman. He hated people forcing themselves on him, even after he made it clear he didn’t want it.

But the young woman wasn’t having it. She was frantically leaving kisses all over Valentine, trying to seduce him and make him feel good. But this was only worsening the situation.

"Monsieur, just hold on. This will definitely make you feel good!" She went ahead to unbuckle his belt, however, that was it for Valentine. He had enough! If this went on for any longer, he might actually lose his mind.

He harshly gripped the young woman’s wrist and flipped her over on the bed.

"I said, it’s ENOUGH!!" He yelled at her, his eyes burning with sudden anger.