Virginity in second marriages by Angela
Chapter 1259-I'm not in a good mood

"How about a bet, young lady?"

After the man's hand approached her, Samantha wiggled like a cat, but the man's hand was like a big mountain, firmly pressed against her shoulder.

It was then that Samantha realized how great the difference in strength was between men and women!

"I will count to three and you will leave my shoulder?"

Although Samantha rarely went out, she was not the kind of person who was afraid of trouble.

If this man had tried to do anything to her tonight, she would rather have fought to the death than let him attack her.

The flicker of ruthlessness on her face made the man freeze, and he reacted quickly.

She was just a woman, even if she was angry, what could she do to him, at most a few slaps on the wrist, it didn't hurt, so the man did not take Samantha's emotions into consideration at all, the smile on his face became even more reckless.

"Don't be angry, miss, didn't you say he was your boyfriend? You had a fight with your boyfriend and he ignored me, if I put my arm around you now I am totally helping you, later on he will see you being with other men and he can't stand it anymore, he will come and take you back immediately, in that case I am a great collaborator."

Samantha sneered, " Man, great collaborator, I will start counting."

"One!"

The man's face continued to smile, with no intention of letting go of Samantha.

"Two!"

The man also raised his chin, contempt in his eyes, an expression that seemed to say "what can you do to me."

"Three."

Brush!

Without hesitation, Samantha lifted the glass of juice in front of her and splashed it on the man's face.

The man was taken aback by the splash and froze for a few moments before coming to his senses, then became enraged and grabbed Samantha's neck hard.

"How dare you splash me?"

Samantha's lips tightened breathlessly as she looked at him mockingly.

"You're not sick in the head, are you? You're done touching me and you ask me if I dare to splash you? Do you want to do it again?"

"You!" The man was furious, but Samantha was doing it with reckless bravado, and her beautiful delicate face had an aura and grandeur incompatible with the pandemonium around her, as if she had been born with it.

The young girl in front of him should have lived with such recklessness.

And he, for his part, should be prostrate at her feet.

The man's eyes flashed with amazement and fascination, and he wrapped his arms around Samantha even tighter, "It's okay, I'm not mad, you can splash him as many times as you want until you're happy and satisfied.

When you've had your fun, can you tell me about Facebook? We'll make friends!"

His expression was quite excited as he said this, as he felt he had finally found his true love today after being around the scene of hooking up for so long.

11

"1

Samantha thought to herself, "I'm afraid this guy is a retard, really.

She struggled hard, but the man's hand stayed tight around her, not letting go halfway. Samantha stepped directly on the man's foot, striking him and rolling him in heavy circles with her own shoe. the man paled in pain, but still gritted his teeth and endured.

"All right, go ahead and spit it out, I'll endure anything."

Samantha looked at him with an even blanker expression, before she was just thinking he looked like a retard, now she was thinking he was simply a bastard.

"After you're done spilling your guts, how about drinking this drink he bought you?" The man smiled, once again raising the glass to his face.

Samantha grunted twice, picked it up and hit it directly at the man's head.

Splat -

Once again, the drink descended mercilessly on the man's head, but this did not satisfy Samantha, who took the glass and hit him on the head with such force that the man writhed in pain.

Didn't he say, let me pour whatever I want? I would like to see how far you can take it."

With those words, Samantha smashed the glass and picked up one of the shards, heading for the man's temple with a dangerous, but extraordinarily beautiful smile.

The man was mesmerized by her gaze, but when he saw the shiny shard, the thought of saving his life gave him a sense of dread. Next time it will be blood, and blood is an important thing, are you sure you want to try it?"

Samantha had her back in her hands and could not move forward, but her face remained impassive, "Why, didn't this unexplained gentleman just tell me to empty the bag and he would take care of it? And now you are afraid because you were asked to see only blood? Your words don't count as farts, do they?"

When the man saw how she looked, he felt he had to be tough or he would not be able to hold her down.

So he didn't humor her further and squeezed her shoulders tightly, hooking one of her shoulders to his body, "Come on miss, I said I would let you pour, I didn't say I would let you hurt me. But since you want to have fun, why don't we switch places and I'll keep you company until you have fun."

After saying this, the man forcefully dragged Samantha's hand outward.

Samantha looked cold and cast a pleading look at the bartender, but the bar was entertaining other customers at that moment and was not paying attention to this side.

But the bar was serving other customers at that hour and she didn't notice. It was the kind of thing one was probably used to seeing in bars, so it was not taken seriously.

Samantha knew that if she didn't do something, she could really be taken away by the man in front of her. Even though she was ruthless, it did not mean that her strength was equal to her fortitude. Thinking of this, Samantha said nastily, "You think if you dare to take me out this door tonight, I'll make sure you make the front page tomorrow."

The man curled his lips indifferently, "Oh, how are you going to put me on the front page of the newspapers?"

Samantha stared at him with a serious face, "Murder."

The man smiled and blushed slightly, "Huh?"

"You're going to wake up and replace a dead body in your bed, then the media will personally put you on the front page, the police will take you to jail, and you won't be able to appear in this kind of pickup scene for the rest of your life, and you'll spend the rest of your life in that dark, dark prison.

By then, you won't even have a drink, let alone a woman like me. The greatest loss, of course, is the loss of your freedom."

With that said, Samantha looked at the face of the man who could have been described as dirty-colored for him.

She curled her lips with satisfaction, "I don't have a good character, stemming from that old mother of mine, who would be furiously angry if I were to die at that time. You do have a family, don't you? When the time comes, you could take all that anger out on your family."

Man: "..."

He was in and out of places like this only occasionally, but he was not the outlaw type of man.

He still wanted to play until he was tired, then he would calm down and get married and have children, so he was genuinely intimidated by Samantha saying this.