Wolfgang Amadeus Fang had several partners in this life, none of which were burly 6 foot tall policemen because:
1) He hates the police.
2) He doesn't like dating people taller or more muscular than him.
3) He doesn't like men!
Leon Mo also have the same problem. He had never dated dramatic, younger theater actors before. Because:
1) He hates musicals and theater in general.
2) He doesn't like dating people younger than him and wants the mature type than the diva type.
3) He doesn't like men!
So why wouldn't their parents understand that it is completely impossible for them to get together!?
And it's not just because of preferences. They were actually....
Rivals. They hate each other to the guts.
Why?
"Hey, there." Wolfe walked in stride inside the club, starting off the conversation with the hot, voluptuous blonde he came to notice by the side. "You seem familiar, do I know you?"
"I don't think so." The blonde took a sip of her tequila. "Where did you see me?"
"In my dreams. I had a vision of an angel last night, and she looks just like you."
The blonde reddened, twirling her hair. "Ah, I see. You must be mistaken then, sir."
"Oh? How so?" Wolfe cocked a perfectly shaped eyebrow.
The blonde leaned in to whisper to him, giggling. "I'm far from an angel. I'm more of a succubus temptress, you see."
Wolfe smirked. "Ah, then what a powerful seductress you are. You had my heart beating at first sight."
He leaned even closer to the woman, holding her by the waist. "I wouldn't mind all my energy being sucked out by you.... in a hotel king-size bed."
The blonde grinned. "You move fast, boy. But I don't even know you name yet."
"My name's Wolfe Fang." He introduced himself. "And you are?
"You don't need to know my name." She said slyly. "I'm a demoness, remember? We don't reveal our names to our victims when we suck their energy."
Wolfe grinned. "Then by all means, suck me dry."
She was ready to suck that energy from Wolfe's lips when suddenly, a man came running towards her.
"Jean, why didn't you answer my calls yesterday?" The man pouted, not fitting his intimidating, ruggish appearance. He's one of those guys you'd expect to always be at the gym all day, a musclehead jock with no brain.
But there's a bit of mystery in his eyes, like deep inside, he is aware of what people thinks of him and use it to his advantage.
Those eyes suddenly fell to Wolfe Fang standing besides Jean. "Ah, it's you again."
"I should be the one saying that. Don't you have a better spot to go hunting when you know this is my territory?" Wolfe gave a cold glare to him.
Jean turned her head left and right at both men. "You two know each other?"
"A little. I see this guy a lot in different clubs hitting on girls and then when they go to the bathroom to retouch their make-up, he hits on another one." Said the athletic man, like he was just brutally honest and never thinks before he speak.
"Wow, Leon Mo. Is this how you're going to play?" Wolfe Fang hit Leon Mo 'gently' on the elbow. "You're the one buying your girls drinks and then when they pass out, you talk to another one and make her your new girl."
"Leon, is that true!? We're you planning to do that to me!?" Jean said.
She knew she was caught red-handed for cheating with the dashing Wolfe, so she use this opportunity to look like the victim.
She pushed Leon Mo, crocodile tears in her eyes. "How could you!? I thought you were a respectable police officer, arresting the bad guys when jerks like you should be the one behind bars!"
Leon Mo rolled his eyes and thought: (Honey, I'm an Interpol agent. It's different, I don't put handcuffs on anybody..... Nevermind, I've already told her this and she's too much of a ditz to get it anyway.)
Leon Mo shook his head. What's important is that he shouldn't let Wolfe Fang gain the upperhand and get the girl again, even though that girl is a snake like Jean.
"Jean, let me explain. This man is an actor, he often exaggerates things." He said in a calm manner but with a hint of being upset and aggrieved.
His big puppy eyes helped make him look more sympathetic. He continued to recount like an innocent man who was accused wrongly of a crime:
"That was one time. The girl was asking to borrow some money because she just got pickpocketed and I didn't leave my ex-girlfriend behind at all. She misunderstood the whole situation and it escalated without her listening to my side."
"Hah, nice story. Maybe you should be the one who's the actor, Oh great Officer Mo." Wolfe Fang used his professional acting skills to make his words as venomous as possible.
"Pickpocket? I saw that girl swipe her own credit card when I brought her to the hotel after you and your ex-girlfriend had a fight!"
"Huh?" Jean doesn't know who to believe, and she doesn't care who is lying anymore.
What she can't wrap around her head was.... What's up with the history of these two????
They are both equally messed up!
It now hit her, and she finally got it. She started to laugh, causing the two men to look at her like she was some strange chicken.
"Ahhh! Look, I get it now! You two are not just passing by with each other once in while, aren't you? Haha!"
She finished her shot of tequila and motioned the waiter for some more to put under her tab. "I've seen guys like this before. You got beef or something? Or are you actually bros and pranking me right now?"
"We're not friends." The two answered at the same time with gritted teeth.
"Ah, so nemesis then. Rivals on who's the biggest manwhore in New York City." She nodded knowingly like she had suddenly became a wise teacher.
"You guys shouldn't be laying all your cards down like that in front of a lady, it was honestly quite scary to watch two men throw shade at each other. I mostly only see that at RuPaul's Drag Race. It was hilarious, honestly!"
The lion and the wolf both have dark shadows over their face to have their prey laughing at them like this. Jean really has a smart mouth, and she continued dissing them until their ego crumbled into pieces.
She then waved at them goodbye with those hot pink manicured nails and wrap an arm around the waiter.
"Anyway, the long and end of it is that I'm breaking up with you, Leon. And I'm saying no thank you to you, Wolfe. Even though you both would have made a good fuck."
She gave a kiss at the meek waiter's cheek. "I'm settling with Freckles here. What's your name?"
"Ber- Bernard...."
"Come on, Bernard! It must be tiring serving glasses and shots to people with trays, you deserve a drink! It's all on me!" She said as she strut down the steps, blonde curls swaying as she walked.
The two was speechless for a while before pulling on each other's collar.
"Keep out of my way, Little Wolfe." Leon Mo threatened, his once friendly eyes narrowing and turning into something more menacing.
"You're lucky I got quite tired of Jean and was planning to dump her anyway, but if you try to hit on my girl again, be ready to be or not to be in the dumpsters tomorrow morning."
"Ohh....You think I'm scared of you, King Leon?" Wolfe smirked. "Well, guess what? You try to go into the same club as me again and I will completely destroy your reputation more than the most wanted criminal out there."
"Pfft, dandy little shit."
"Dumb-faced arrogant ogre."
And so, they ended up not hitting on anyone that night and catching some good prey because they kept on bickering and yapping.
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The next day, they both received a call.
"Huilang, are you still not awake?"
"Shizi, this is your father. Do you have time to speak with me?"
Wolfe Fang stretched his arms and looked at the window from his small condo unit lazily as he picked up the phone, eyes still puffy and heavy. "Yes, Mama?"
Meanwhile, Leon pressed the accept button while continuously running on the treadmill inside his own flat down the suburbs. "Of course, Ba. What's is it?"
Wolfe's Mother: "It's about your father."
Leon's Father: "It's about your mother."
They both said the same thing to the two playboys.
"You need to come back to China, quickly. The clan is in terrible danger."
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