NovelOnlineThe wealthy widow did indeed do just that, reaching out and yanking the bow tie from Felix’s neck.
A chorus of “Wow” erupted from the group of women, their eyes shimmering with mockery.
Human nature is a curious beast; it seems that whether you're a man or a woman, once you amass a fortune, you're prone to
corruption.
If you don't turn bad, it's probably because the temptations haven't been juicy enough.
Sitting in the farthest corner, Carol had declared at the outset her wish for speace, so no one bothered her with questions.
When she saw Felix's bow tie being pulled off, a hint of amusement sparkled in her eyes.
As distasteful as the scene was, she had to admit Felix was rather handsome.
Especially from her vantage point, where she could catch a glimpse of the muscle definition just below his chest.
The rich widow grabbed Felix by the hair, her tone dripping with feigned sweetness.
"I heard that when you pop the cork on this bottle, you can pocket a neat $200 commission. Felix, you've been quite dismissive
when I've ccalling lately."
Felix, blessed with the patience of a saint, still managed a smile despite the circumstances.
"Odelia, please, let's not do this."
Such words, when spoken by a man of his looks, were devastatingly charming.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOdelia patted his cheek, "Alright, | won't hassle you. Tell you what, down three drinks, and I'll let you go."
Others at the party chimed in.
"Odelia, that's just mean. We finally get to see a pretty face and you never shared the secret."
"I bet Odelia just got her payout from her ex-husband and now she's out to snag herself spretty boys."
"lI won't lie, he does have that youthful glow, like a college boy. A hundred times better than the old gloomy husbands we have at
home."
Each comment was more humiliating than the last, but Felix maintained his professional smile.
A bottle of liquor could fetch $10,000 and if a server opened it, they'd get a commission.
Odelia had been frequenting the place for half a month and had set her sights on Felix from the start. She wanted to "keep" him,
but he had refused.
Seeing him again today only reignited her resentment.
Odelia poured a clear spirit from a nearby white bottle, her eyes gleamed with anticipation.
"Just drink this. Three glasses and if you do, I'll open five bottles of the good stuff and give you a $1,000 commission."
The spirit she held was usually mixed, not drunk straight. For anyone with a delicate stomach, it could be lethal.
But what's the value of a life here? Especially that of a waiter? Maybe $200,000 at most.
Who among those present couldn't afford that?
Felix didn’t protest. He took the glass, tilted back his head, and downed the drink.
Odelia watched his adam's apple bob and swallowed hard herself.
Then she passed him another, "Here's the second. Don’t say I'm hard on you. | fancy you, want to have sfun."
Disgust flickered in Felix's eyes, but he drank again.
By the third glass, a flush had spread across his cheeks, and his fingers trembled as he gripped the glass.
High-proof alcohol can shock the system, buzzing in the ears following the fiery trail down the throat.
Odelia, taking pleasure in his discomfort, swapped the third drink for an oversized beer mug.
The private room was thick with the scent of liquor, and no one stepped in to dissuade Odelia.
This crowd lived for excess, with several hosting toyboys post-divorce, and others, still married, playing the field, living separate
lives from their spouses.
Especially those in marriages of convenience, where a divorce would be a messy affair, splitting assets impossibly complex. They'd
rather sign agreements, allowing each other to mingle freely.
Carol rarely attended these gatherings. Aside from boasting about their conquests, these women had little to offer but a gof
one-upmanship in wealth.
She was only here tonight out of boredom. Her friend Maja had been too busy to meet up.
And here she was, witness to the spectacle unfolding.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAfter downing the third glass, Felix could barely keep his composure; the room spun around him like a blurred landscape painting.
"Odelia, may | go now?"
Odelia's expression cooled, but having just insisted on three drinks for his release, she couldn't well renege.
There would be other opportunities, after all.
"Go on, then. There are plenty of pretty faces out there. If you can't seize an opportunity, don’t ccrying towhen you're in
trouble."
Her words were a veiled threat. If Felix refused to sleep with her, she'd make sure to make his life difficult.
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