Suddenly ran his tongue over his lips, a sly smirk playing across his face as he leaned even closer to Charles, the intimate proximity sending a shiver of revulsion down Charles spine. "Stop fighting," he purred, his voice low and seductive as he brushed his lips against Charles' ear. "Embrace this moment, and I promise you, the pleasure will be worth it."
Before Charles could predict the next move of the young man, he became stunned as he watched the young man's expression shift, his sly smile twisting into a sadistic leer.
Without warning, the young man began to relieve himself, his stream of urine hitting Charles' skin with a sudden, scalding heat that penetrated his clothes and soaked into the seat beneath him.
Charles' throat constricted, his body frozen in shock and disgust, as the young man laughed cruelly
"What the fuck!" Charles yelled at the top of his voice. "You disgusting pig!" Charles seethed in rage, and surprisingly, the young man began to slide out of the car.
'What the hell is happening?' Charles questioned himself while raising his back a little only for him to discover that someone had just grabbed the feet of the man and had forcefully pulled him out of the car.
The young man didn't predict that he would be dragged out of the car to the point that his body slammed into the cold ground of the garage.
He swiftly turned around to properly see who had just dragged him out of the car, and to his surprise with was a man dressed in suit.
"Do I know you?" He questioned the man with an arched brow while licking his feet towards the air, trying to free them from the grip of the stranger who had just dragged him.
Augustine scoffed at the young man's question, his anger clear in his tone as he snapped, "You're messing around with my husband. Do you really think I owe you an explanation, you sick bastard?"
The young man's expression hardened, his demeanor exuding an air of arrogant defiance. "I don't need you to explain yourself to me," he retorted, his voice low and steady. "And as for barging in here, this piece of trash was stumbling around drunk. He was practically begging to be taken advantage of."
He gestured dismissively at Charles, a sneer curling his lips. "And I didn't see one on his finger. That makes him fair game."
Inhaled!
Augustine inhaled deeply as he closed his eyes to gather his thoughts.
Within the next seconds, he opened his eyes wide, and with a swift movement, Augustine released the young man's feet and lunged forward, his fingers digging into the material of the man's shirt as he hauled him up off the floor.
The young man's eyes widened in shock as Augustine's face twisted into a mask of rage. "You filthy jerk!" Augustine roared, his other hand curling into a fist as he drew it back and landed a stinging blow against the young man's cheek.
"Di… did you just hit me?" The perverted man asked as he grabbed Augustine's hand on his shirt and forcefully, he released his shirt from Augustine's grip.
The young man's hand shot up to cradle his reddened cheek, but his expression remained defiant, his eyes blazing with anger.
"Do you know who I am?" he spat, his voice a low growl as he flexed his fingers into a tight, threatening fist. "You just made a big mistake, buddy. Do you have any idea who you just laid a hand on?"
Augustine nonchalantly shook his head sideways as a snarl formed across his lips. "I don't care to know who you are." He purred with a cold voice and with that, he launched his fist into the young man.
The man eyes flashed with shock and disbelief as the impact registered in his body. He didn't predict that Augustine would make the next move, so literally, he was caught off guard.
With a swift move, Augustine kicked the man's legs, howling him onto the floor.
And then, he lowered his back, launching blows at the young man from different angles.
Charles who sat inside the car watched in horror as blood spilled out from the nose and mouth of the man.
Charles' chest heaved in shallow, panicked breaths as he struggled to make sense of the scene unfolding around him.
In a desperate attempt, he reached for the door handle, his fingers trembling as he pulled it open.
With a quick, jerky movement, he stumbled out of the car, his body flooded with adrenaline and uncertainty.
As Charles's feet collided with the ground, his head began to throb with pain which was a result of the alcohol that he had consumed.
He shoved his saliva down his throat as he forced himself to make his way towards the other side of the car where Augustine and the perverted man were.
As Charles closed the distance between the both of them, he rushed towards Augustine's back and firmly hugged him from behind. "Tha… that's enough." He stuttered while resting his head on the back of Augustine.
Charles could feel the effect of the alcohol taking hold of him and all he could think of was to make sure that things won't escalate into a disaster.
Meanwhile, as Augustine felt the tight grips of Charles's hand around his waist, he immediately stood still before diving his hands deep inside his trouser pocket.
Augustine reached into his pocket and withdrew a sleek, silver business card, the cold gleam of the metal mirroring the chill in his eyes.
And then, he shoved it towards the face of the young man who seemed lifeless on the floor.
"Here," Augustine uttered, his voice icy and his eyes never leaving the young man's face. "Contact me if you want to press charges. My lawyers are always eager for a fight."
The young man's hand snatched the business card in a flash, his eyes darting over the elegant lettering to the title that screamed out at him: 'CEO of Gyapm Corporation.'
'The CEO of Gyapm?' he repeated, his voice shaky and uncertain as a chill ran down his spine.
The significance of the name hit him like a tidal wave as he stared at the card.
He had heard whispers of the infamous CEO of Gyapm, a powerful figure whose influence seemed to permeate every aspect of the city's business landscape.
But, he had never expected to find himself face-to-face with the man himself, let alone on the receiving end of his wrath.
Seeing the man's fearful figure, Augustine smirked devilishly as he gently grabbed Charles's hands that were wrapped around his waist.
Augustine's demeanor shifted, his shoulders relaxing as he turned to face the slumped form of Charles. "Let's go home, pookie," he murmured, his voice soft and gentle, the traces of rage dissolving in a wash of genuine concern.