A Game Of Chess With A Vampire
Chapter 215: You’re Such A Whore

Chapter 215: You’re Such A Whore

Draven parked his car in front of a bar. It has been a long time since he had a sip of alcohol or so, and he suddenly wanted it.

With his hands stuffed into the pocket of his coat, he proceeded into the bar and took a seat at the counter by himself.

He ordered a glass or two for himself, and as he drank, all he could suddenly think of was Avelina. Her hazel-soft eyes reflected in his mind, and he suddenly thought of her bright smile.

"Hmmm...I miss her," he muttered under his breath, bending his head to look at the floor. Her petite, warm frame—he suddenly felt the urge to hold her and wrap her up in his big arms. He wanted to feel her, to smell her pretty hair, to bury his face in her neck, and to indulge in her soothing scent.

He craved to lay with her like he always does—to have her so close to him, and to listen to her heartbeat race.

A soft breath fled his nose. "Have I always felt like this?" He wondered, very aware that these were things he had never felt before nor for anyone. He never had these urges, not even for his late wife.

Was it the drink’s fault? Draven lifted the glass of alcohol and looked at it. He shook it along with the cubes of ice inside and gulped down the rest of it.

He drank more for a while and dropped the glass on the counter.

"I want to see her," he mumbled to himself in a low hushed deep voice. He needed to see his wife, so he dropped a check for the bartender.

He was about to stand up from the chair when he suddenly felt someone touch him. He glanced over, only for his gaze to fall on a young woman who was about the same height as Avelina.

She was quite bigger than her in terms of body, curvy, and all sorts of it. Her lustrous hair was dark, falling all the way to her bottom. She had cat-shaped, seductive brown eyes that could draw any man to her.

The young lady smiled.

"Hi."

Draven cocked an eyebrow. He was confused. What was going on? He glanced from left to right, not exactly sure if this lady was talking to him. No woman has ever approached him like that before, so...what did she want? Who was she? He was sure that he had never met her before.

Draven did not respond to her, but he simply sat, gazing at her, wanting to know just what it was that she needed.

The lady chuckled. "You don’t talk much, do you?"

Draven still didn’t respond.

"Well, that’s alright." The lady shrugged, taking her seat on the stool opposite him.

She cleared her throat. "My name is Tatiana. I’m sure you already know that I desire something from you."

Draven tilted his head. He was still not speaking to her, but from the look on his face, she knew he was curious.

Tatiana smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear.

"It’s nothing much." She clicked her tongue. "I just want a one-night stand with you."

"What?!" This was when Draven finally spoke.

Tatiana nodded. "Yes. I’ve been watching you since you walked in, and I liked you immediately. You’re really hot and handsome and..." She took a deep breath, temptingly biting her lower lip while devouring him with her eyes alone.

This somewhat made Draven uncomfortable, so quietly, he stood up and proceeded to leave, but Tatiana rushed after him, standing in front of him with her arms spread out.

"Just a one-night stand, sir, that’s all I ask for," she said to him. She was confused inwardly, not sure why Draven was rejecting her at that moment. She was gorgeous, and she knew it. No man had been able to resist her, so how?

"Sir, look at me! I’m sure you’ve never met a woman as gorgeous as I am, so why are you—"

"I have," Draven replied, shutting her up. "She’s very beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before."

"What?" Tatiana frowned at him.

"Mhm." Draven gave a nod. "She’s my wife."

"Please step out of the way, I must go. I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re really making me very edgy." He walked past her, proceeding to exit the bar, however he halted, saying, "Young lady, you do not casually walk up to anyone and ask for a one-night stand."

"That is too bold and very inappropriate of you. It could as well make the latter quite uncomfortable." He left the, making his way towards his car.

Tatiana stood there, confused.

Did I...just get rejected? She could not believe it.

"What did you expect? He’s the third prince of the Delgaard family," a voice sounded.

Tatiana raised her head, glimpsing the blonde woman that stood before her. "So what if he’s a prince?" she questioned.

The blondie shrugged.

"He’s not just any prince, Tatiana! That’s the third prince! A man who is possibly responsible for the deaths of his wife and son."

"I do not believe it," Tatiana retaliated.

The blondie raised her brow at her, frowning. "And what do you mean by that?"

Tatiana shrugged, unbothered. "His eyes are too innocent, Sashemi. You know that I can read people’s eyes, and what I saw in his eyes was a whole different emotion, and it’s a sad one."

"I would know a killer when I see one. He does not have the eye of a killer, despite its unpleasantness. Although I quite like those eyes, they are hot and intimidating." She tightly bit her lower lip, imagining god-knows-what.

Sashemi, who was gazing at her, could instantly tell her imagination was running wild.

"You’re such a whore."

"Call me whatever," Tatiana smirked. "But I like that man! I’ll definitely get my hands on him because I really desire him. Pfft!" She cackled, walking off.

——

Draven arrived back at the mansion. He proceeded straight to his quarter and walked in, ignoring Santino, who had a worried expression at the sight of him.

"Young mas—"

Draven slammed the door shut in his face. He walked over to the closet and took off his coat and shirt.

He turned around, and at the sight of Avelina, who was yawning while sitting up on the bed, he became dormant.