Purchased A Mr. Right
Chapter 611

Simon had stepped out of the corner diner to take a call and he would step right back in after a cigarette.

He was obviously stunned when he saw her and those alluring eyes of his narrowed as he looked slightly dazed.

Knowing the enmity between them, Emily had no choice. She rushed towards him, crying for help, "Bad people are chasing after me! HELP!"

"HELP ME, YOU SCU" She began to realized "Scumbag..." After she blurted out, there was something wrong with her consciousness and she quickly changed her words. "Well, I mean, handsome guy, do you have any place for me to hide? We are all from Ice city, and we help out when we go out! I just went undercover and was caught by someone accidentally. Now they are chasing after me to rob the camera. If I am caught by them, they will definitely tear me into pieces..."

Simon casually exhaled a mouthful of fumes and coldly say, "No can do."

"You-"

It was all Emily could do to prevent herself from spitting a mouthful of saliva at him in disgust.

She thrust a finger angrily and stomped her feet. But it was understandable; the last time, she had mounted a police sting operation that saw him arrested by the Anti Vice unit. He must really hate him so much and she must have been a fool too to ask!

Eager to not waste any more time, she was about to continue running.

As soon as she began bolting, a hand grabbed at her and she lashed out, livid, "Hey! What are you doing!"

His hand wrapped around her wrist, Simon has a faint smile curling on his face and a dark look in those charming eyes of his, "Perhaps it's time to settle our debt."

Emily opened her eyes wide.

"You son of a b*tch!"

She knew that he would not be so kind as to let her go! He was pleased to just go with the flow and allow her to be caught and get torn into pieces!

Emily struggled to break free, but his big hand held her in a vice-like grip. No matter how she tried, she just couldn't get free and the men would be rounding the corner to catch up to her any moment! "She's right up ahead! QUICK! She cannot run! We must teach her a lesson!"

"Well see how I deal with her when I catch her!"

Beads of sweat rolled down the side of her face and she could hear them; those men are coming near.

Emily was so anxious that she felt a knot in her throat. But there she was in a dead-end; the scum is restraining her while waiting for her pursuers to catch up. He would cause enough ruckus to attract them this way...

"Ah ah ah, what should I do?"

Biting hard, she hung the strap of her camera over her neck and stuffed it into her jacket to hide it, then she pressed herself into him.

Then she raised an arm and coiled it around his neck and stood on her toes and mashed her lips into his.

The smell of fresh cigarettes permeated her lips and teeth as Emily did her best to nestle herself into his arms and use his wide and thick back to provide cover for herself, trying to create the image of a couple kissing each other so that she could evade the notice of her pursuers.

There was no other way; or she would have kissed a pig before kissing this scum!

She could not dare relax and Emily could not let go in fear of being spotted by the footsteps that were coming near.

Suddenly, her eyes shot wide.

She could feel his tongue...

He was prying open her teeth to explore the insides of her mouth.

She froze. She tried to push him away before she even knew it, but his hard and taut body hardly bulged and he had his other arm keeping her pinned to him, depriving her of any chance to escape! She met Boyd Parker during college where they fell in love and dated. Although most campus relationships were only confined to the boundaries of the campus, where all ties would be broken once one of them left, Emily and Boyd's relationship hardly suffered a dent even when he was granted a scholarship abroad in his fourth year. Their love remained every bit as fresh even with two years of longdistance between them.

Five years of dating each other, Emily and Boyd remained chaste. Even when they kissed, he would always be gentle and understanding. He would care about her feelings and not force things, only leading her softly without pushing her.

A wild and rough kiss like how her teeth were being pried open now was something she had not experienced before.

Besides, Boyd never smoked. The acrid flavor of tobacco now swirling in her mouth was a foreign sensation that caused her nape to burn and her legs to grow weak.

The flurry of footfalls, accompanied with expletives and curses rang from the entrance of the alley, "Dammit! Where did that b*tch run to? I clearly saw her running here!" "It's a dead-end here. She's not here. It must be somewhere up ahead! Let's go!"

The men sped away.

Making sure that the coast was clear, Emily shoved the man in front of him away and immediately gave him a vicious slap across the face.

Simon staggered backward, clearly not expecting this. He was just about to sneer at her only to have his face blazing red from the slap that came without a warning.

This was the first time he had ever been slap before in all twenty-nine years of his life and it was a woman!

Shocked and angry all the same, Simon turned enraged. What a challenge to his pride and authority! His sweet inviting eyes burning with a blaze of anger both dangerous and terrible. He stepped forward and seized her still-raised arm and growled sinisterly, "How dare you hit me!"

Daunted by his imposing manner, Emily reeled backward, feeling afraid.

But she would never beg for mercy easily -not any rate at the scum now manhandling her. She burst out, "I hit you! So what, you scum! Y- you were... You were using your tongue to - You pervert! You stinking monster!"

"Who are you calling a pervert?" Simon narrowed his beautiful eyes at her, his teeth gnashing hatefully, "I wonder who it was who had pressed herself into me and kissed me herself!?"

"I..." Emily stuttered, embarrassed and at a loss for words.

She knew that she was in the wrong, but she was also unconsciously been taken advantage of and that made her both very embarrassed and annoyed.

Simon's face darkened as he snorted coldly. "Maybe I should call those men and have them tear you into pieces!"

Emily did not believe those words. She was just sure that the two men had run off and knowing better this time, she bent down and bit hard on the back of Simon's hand and she broke free and fled, clutching the camera in her arms.

"Damn it!"

Simon spat a string of expletives and kicked a stone away in frustration.

He watched as the slender figure of the woman disappeared down the alley in a flash.

He peered at the deep bite marks on the back of his hand, where blood was oozing out. Then he pressed his teeth against the inside of his face where he had just been slapped. What a stroke of bad luck, he thought. This woman really is bad luck!

But-

Simon caressed his own lips. He actually enjoyed savoring her taste.