Winning My Ex-Crush

Fenella’s POV

I felt like I was going to explode with the pent-up anger tonight. What’s wrong with tonight? Everything was supposed to go smoothly, right? Why, at the moment I was about to show off my greatness to Laird, was I instead disturbed by this chaos?

“Laird!” I yelled out his name.

My fists were clenched by my sides. I held myself back as much as I could while looking at the scene unfolding before my eyes.

The man named Laird was sitting on one of the red chairs. A single sofa chair should only fit one person, but this time it was being used improperly. Laird sat with two women sitting on his lap. Just like Oscar.

Around Laird, there were still many women and men surrounding him. They seemed to be playing a game and giggling with joy. When Laird saw me, he immediately widened his smile.

One thing I couldn’t accept was a woman playing with Laird’s hair while kissing his neck. I knew that woman well, and I couldn’t be mistaken. When she raised her head and turned to look at me as well, I became furious.

“Kiara?” I gritted my teeth as I looked at them.

Jessy, who came following behind, was also shocked to see the scene. His mouth hung open, and his eyes widened in horror.

“Fenella, Jessy. Finally, you’ve arrived,” Laird said with a smile.

“Laird? What are you doing?” I asked, still holding back the anger simmering inside me.

“Why don’t you join in so you’ll understand what we’re doing?” Laird asked with a crooked smile.

“The name of the game is ‘king for a night,'” Kiara said it with the same crooked smile.

I exhaled in annoyance. My mouth remained shut, and I bit my lower lip to calm myself down. I glanced at the club’s ceiling for a moment and put my hands on my hips.

“Aren’t you ashamed to play such a game?” I asked, still standing with my hands on my hips in irritation.

“Why? Everyone here is playing the game.” Laird shrugged and looked around.

I also looked around the area and saw most people behaving the same way as Laird and Oscar. A woman or man sitting on a single sofa chair with dancers or models on their laps. They were being fed whiskey or fruits by the male and female waiters wearing revealing bunny costumes!

“Laird, I don’t know who forced you to do this, but I urge you to stop immediately,” I said, still holding back my anger.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“Why?” Laird asked, furrowing his brow in confusion, still wearing his crooked smile.

“Why should I stop? They like me, and they lost in the game of bottle roulette to me, so tonight they will be my slaves until this party is over. Isn’t that the rule of this game?” Laird asked, then twirled Kiara’s hair to his mouth, kissing them.

Ugh! Enough is enough! I hate seeing them like this. Why is Laird doing this?!

I immediately walked toward Laird. My hands reached out and pulled Kiara away from Laird’s lap. Even though she resisted, I still dragged Kiara away like I’d been possessed by a demon. Also, another woman had already moved away from Laird’s lap before I grabbed the woman’s hair.

“Hey! You’re so annoying!” Kiara shouted, and the other women near Laird joined in.

“I don’t care. Get out of here right now. Stay away from him!” I hissed with fierce eyes fixed on them all.

I don’t know; I couldn’t control myself. Unconsciously, I had caused a commotion at this party. People stopped dancing, all eyes were on me, and the music stopped. I didn’t even care when Jessy tried to stop me.

“Fenella, please stop. Calm yourself down. Look, they’re not bothering Laird anymore,” Jessy pleaded with a panicked tone.

But until this moment, I could only focus on one person in front of me. All my anger was directed at that person. Damn it, Laird just kept smiling crookedly!

He seemed relaxed, got up from his chair, and walked towards me. Then he whispered softly.

“What are you doing, Fenella? Why are you embarrassing yourself in front of so many people?” Laird asked me.

“I’ve been silent all this time, but the truth is, you always enjoy playing with me. You always corner me until I embarrass myself in front of many people,” I said with a heavy breath.

My eyes were still locked on his. My anger was unstoppable, and my patience had run out. Laird always played with my emotions. He never cared about my feelings.

Why did it always end like this? Why did he give me hope, as if he likes me and cares for me? What’s the point of all that if, in the end, I’m once again humiliated in front of so many people like this?

“Why, Laird?” I whispered in frustration.

I questioned his reasons with a soft, almost pleading voice. I didn’t care how we became the center of attention. I didn’t even care when the spotlight illuminated us in the dim light inside the club.

“You know the reason, Fenella. You invited me to this club, and I suddenly realized, “Laird caressed my cheek and tucked strands of my hair behind my ear.

“You’re not the type of woman I’m looking for,” Laird said with a crooked smile.

No! Not again!

“Alright, tell me what type of woman you’ve been looking for this time.” I asked with a tear on my cheek.

Laird looked at me for a long moment, then shook his head. He seemed to mutter and pretend to think for a moment.

“I like sexy women, and you’re not one of them,” Laird said. Then he turned to look around us.

“Right, don’t you agree? What do you think? Is she the sexiest woman in this club?” Laird asked the people around us.

People whispered and chuckled softly. They all looked at me with scornful eyes.

“Sexy? She’s just a shameless wild woman,” even Kiara joined in mocking me.

“Strip dance!” Someone roared from afar.