The Apple of My Eye
Chapter 1345 Every Detail Counted

"You're nuts!"

Freeing herself away from Black, the woman ran away as fast as she could. Though she was already out of breath, she didn't stop until she was at a safe distance away from Black's house. Looking back, she shouted and cursed at the damn house with all her might.

After Black kicked out of the woman, he walked into his bedroom, annoyed and vexed as ever. He lied down on the bed and stared at the ceiling, not sleepy at all.

He kept thinking about what happened today. This morning, he came across Holley and Charles, who were very intimate with each other. Just now, Holley ran away, angry and sad after seeing him on top of another woman.

'Damn it!' Black cursed, punching the pillow beside him. On the back of his mind, Black regretted that he had fallen in love with such a woman.

He thought about the time he spent with her, every twinkle and smile she made. The way she looked at him, her sexy voice, their interactions, and all the little things that drove him crazy at that time. Now all those memories were torturing him. Everything just turned into his saddest reminiscence.

Right at this moment, Black wished he had never met Holley. In that way, he would be much happier with his easy-go-lucky way of life. Commitments, strings and attachment were the reasons why he hated having intimate and long relationships.

As stubborn as he was, Black wasn't an emotional person before he met Holley. He used to be free and had no intention of settling down, not to mention being emotionally influenced by a woman.

Being desolate and caught up in a situation as this while slumped on his bed, Black pitied himself and looked down upon the idea that he was turning into an emotional man.

Meanwhile, Holley didn't get home until midnight.

With everything that happened earlier, she felt exhausted. She tossed and turned in bed but couldn't fall asleep, no matter how hard she forced to close her eyes.

As long as she thought about Black's betrayal, she felt furious and sad. Although an hour passed after that incident, the scene was still vivid in her head.

She was afraid that she would lose Black just like that, which, as for her, would mean that she would lose everything. It was because, at the time being, Black was the only person who would offer her help and support unconditionally.

"No! I wouldn't let that happen," she thought. Weighing things out, Holley couldn't lose Black just like that. She needed him, not because she loved him, but for business reasons.

Thinking things over, she realized that she had to do something to win back his heart. After all, Black was important to her right now. He was essential and irreplaceable, thus she must do everything to mend what was broken between them.

Yet, thinking about how worst the problem was, she had no idea what she could do to win back his heart. Besides, Charles stood in their way. She must think of a way to make Black believe that she had nothing to do with Charles.

Lying in her bed, Holley thought about it for a long time before she finally came up with a vague idea.

Inside her, Holley was convinced that Black still loved her. Whenever people loved someone, there would be a weakness at some point. If Holley could replace out Black's weakness, she could make use of it and make him trust her again.

All her life, Holley was a doer. She jumped out of her bed immediately, picked out a strapless top and black hot pants from her closet. Her hourglass figure looked very sexy in the mirror. Holley then put on a coat and walked out of the door.

It was midnight and the late evening chill greeted her as she made her way to her car.

Stepping on the accelerator, Holley drove to a bar and parked outside. She took off her coat before she walked inside.

Although it was midnight, the bar was bustling. The lights were dim, creating an atmosphere that would turn people's intimate desires. Everyone was drinking, dancing or flirting with strangers. Looking daring and ravishing on her outfit, Holley sat down in front of the counter. Just a few seconds after she sat down, some men around her lay their eyes on her, wanting to hit on her.

Since she was going to a bar tonight, Holley dressed up. She was beautiful, needless to say sexy. Her pair of soft, long legs which were as white as milk kept drawing men's attention.

"Give me a whiskey, please." Flicking her hair backward, showing her bare shoulders, Holley told a bartender. If she wanted to win back Black's heart, she couldn't afford to miss every detail. She had to make i so real so that Black would trust her again.

"Sure, just a moment."

The bartender showed off his skills, in an attempt to impress Holley. Less than a minute, a whiskey was done especially for her.

"Thank you," Holley said, absent-minded, not minding the bartender's show of interest.

One gulp after the other, Holley drank shot after shot, trying to make herself drunk. As the cold liquor went through her throat, she couldn't tell whether it tasted bitter or sweet.

"Hello, young lady. Are you alone? May I buy you a drink?" A few minutes later, a stranger walked over to Holley, bent down and invited her.

Slumped on the bar this time, Holley lifted her head, took a glance at the man and shook her head silently.

Through her blurred visions, she thought that this man was nice. Although he was a little old for Holley, he looked rather handsome. Holley wouldn't bother flirting with him if only it was on normal days, but tonight was different. She had something in mind and she didn't have the mood to deal with this man.

Usually, in the bar, people were quite an observer. They knew when to take actions or just leave in hitting with girls. This man, however, was stubborn. He was clueless and thought Holley was playing hard to get.

He walked closer to Holley and put one of his hands on her shoulder.

"Would you mind if I join you? What do you say? Can I?" Raising his brows he asked in a rising tone. Under the dim light, they looked like a sweet couple.

Though a little dizzy, Holley didn't expect the man to be this clueless. He was like a fly, constantly flying around her and annoying her with his buzz.

Vexed, she looked at his hand on her shoulder and shook it off indifferently.

"Stay away from me. I am not interested in you." However, Holley's words didn't work out as she had expected. Somehow, her coldness and rejection excited the man.

Perhaps it was because of the desire to conquer or to prove himself. The more rejection he got, the more desired he was to conquer her as if he could only feel satisfied in that way.

Therefore, even after the man heard Holley, he had no intention of giving up but decided to take a step forward. It was like he was turned on by her stubbornness. He was determined to get her laid tonight.

"But I am interested in you. What can I do about that, sweetie?" Leaning closer to her, the man whispered in Holley's ear. He was so close that he almost kissed her ear, which made Holley sick. "Fuck off." Pushing him, Holley lowered her voice and snapped. She turned her back against him and ignored him. With her lips pursed, her annoyance was obvious.

"You..." The man's face turned gloomy immediately. When he was about to lose his temper, a friend of his stopped him.

"Let it go, man. We're here to have fun! Come with me. I saw some cool chicks over there. Let's go!"

Without waiting for the man's answer, his friend pulled him away. His friend really didn't want to make a scene at the bar and cause some trouble. It would do them no good. Thankful that she was alone this time, Holley continued to drink after the annoying man left. Soon, she was drunk and was slowly getting blank.