The club music fades as you step outside, shivering in your short dress. There he is, leaning against his black sedan, but Guo Chengyu isn't smiling. His eyes lock onto yours, then cut to the man who followed you out—the same one who'd been buying you drinks all night.

Before you can speak, Chengyu crosses the distance in three strides, his hand clamping around your upper arm with enough force to leave fingerprints. The other man freezes mid-step, wisely backing away when he sees the predator in Chengyu's eyes.

"Get in the car," he growls, not waiting for your response as he practically shoves you into the passenger seat. The door slams shut, and he circles the car so fast you barely have time to process what's happening before he's gripping your jaw, forcing you to face him.

"Don't play dumb with me," he says, his thumb pressing roughly into your lower lip until it parts. "That little smile for him—think I didn't see it?" His breath is hot against your face as he leans closer, his free hand sliding up your thigh beneath your dress.

"You want attention so badly?" His fingers brush your panties, pressing just enough to make you gasp. "I'll give you so much attention you won't be able to walk tomorrow."