Chapter 2 Heartbreak

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"C'mon! Let's have some cheers!” Layla toasted her bottle, and we did the same.

"My husband doesn't know about it; he will get mad," Ann said nervously. This party was unplanned.

"Please leave Kyran alone."

Layla said in annoyance.

Mia laughed.

"You're still annoyed, Lay?" Mia asked while smirking.

"He's an asshole!" Layla gritted her teeth while remembering the scene.

Kyran, make fun of Layla, and she's annoyed.

"That stupid moron! All of the boys and girls out there! He chose to embarrass me!" She growled.

"Don't think about your husband; we're here. You're safe." Mia assures Ann to don't need to worry.

Ann replied, "I bet Tan doesn't know about this too."

Mia replied, "I'm a legend." She proudly said.

"Let's dance and stop about that husband's things" Layla stops them and then stands up.

She pulled me onto the dance floor.

"Dude, are you sure?" Bryden asked in assurance. They are near the dance floor, and he's about to go home.

"Yeah, why?" Kier dim aura.

"Don't overthink; this bar is a safe place," Bryden assured him.

"Let's dance, Woah!" They heard a woman shout near them. Kier's too occupied to notice that voice.

"Wooah hoo! Hoo! Woah! Yahoo!"

"What the fuck!" Kier hissed when someone pulled him to the dance floor.

"Hi, Cousin," Layla huskily said, and she roamed her hands in his chest.

"What the fuck, Lay?" He whispered. Based on what he sees, she's drunk.

His cousin is wearing a sexy dress showing her bare skin and cleavage, a backless dress. He took off his coat and put it on her shoulders.

"What are you doing here?!" He hissed in annoyance.

She pulls him more to the center of the dance floor, and her hips sway; she returns his coat to him.

"Cousin, this is a bar, not a company, w-... why you're we-wearing coat?" She asked in a drunk voice.

She's dancing dirty and swaying her hips sexily.

He looked at the whole place, and she saw Mia in the corner dancing wild as if she were free.

Ann's dancing in the center of the table while holding a beer bottle. He boiled his fist. He bet no one of his friends knew about this. Knowing Tan, he doesn’t want Mia to get out of his sight.

His eyes darkened as he looked up at his wife dancing with a man. He clenched his fist.

"Lay, did you invite my wife here?" He dangerously asked while looking at his wife, but she was busy dancing and not paying attention to him. Why would she pay attention to him if she doesn't know he's here? He boiled his fist tighter; he was getting annoyed. Are they always doing these in bars when they’re always together?

His jaw tightened in annoyance. What just the fuck? His wife is not used to parties, and the way she's dancing, it seems she is used to it. He pulled his cousin and held her arm tightly.

"Layla, I swear, I'll wreck your neck if ever I found out that you brought my wife here." He threatened her, but she kept on dancing.

He bet his cousin is the mastermind behind this. She likes partying till dawn, buying expensive things, and being fabulous.

He left Layla and walked toward his wife with his dark aura.

Kier pulled his wife from the man. His eyes got darker because they were dancing dirty.

"Dude, back out; she's my wife." He glared at the man and pulled his wife out of the dance floor.

He saw Mia drunk and couldn't handle herself too.

“Fuck!” He cursed. They drink too much and are confident to drink where no one will assist them. They can’t handle themselves. Ann is kissing someone, and he sees Vanie sleeping peacefully on the sofa while a bottle of beer is still in her hands. He shook his head. These women!

They don't know how to drink.

He got his phone from his pants pocket and called someone who could help and assist them.

He can’t let them leave like this. It's not safe.

"Do-don't touch me!" She growls when he's supporting her. She put away his hands and drunkenly walked towards the sofa. They just got home, and he had difficulty going home with her. She doesn't want to go home with him.

"Do-don't touch me!"

Shielyn removes his hand from her arm; he supports her so she won’t fall to the ground. He was running out of patience, but he realized she was drunk.

He swears that whoever got his wife drunk.

"Shit! What the fuck!" Kier angrily hissed.

She suddenly bit him in the arm.

"Wife…” He called impatience.

"Please, don't be hard-headed." He had been tasting punches, kicks, and bites from her. She even opens the car door and is about to jump while he's driving.

"I'm in the Movie, flying!" That's what she said while he was driving home.

He guided her to sit on the sofa, and she behaved and stared at the floor. He thought she wouldn’t do anything, but she threw the vase on the side table of the sofa.

He approached her and grabbed her by her wrist.

"Calm down, wife." He said calmly, looking into her eyes, but she suddenly cursed him.

He cursed in annoyance.

"Shielyn!" He shouted her name angrily when she ran outside.

Even though he couldn't get over her slap on him, he chased her. He was running out of patience.

"Do-do-do.... don't twach meeh!" She said and punched her on his chest when he caught her.

"Mee. going with you!"

"Yeah, we will go home," he calmly said.

He carried her and re-entered the house; she quietly went with him.

"Lyn, look at me." He lifted her face using one finger.

"Huwawat! joint!" She was about to slap him again and was glad he was lucky to avoid it.

"I count yak you!" She shouted and returned to her former position.

He massaged his temple and cursed with exhaustion.

"Ahhhh!" She suddenly screamed.

Fvck! He wants to rest.

She got up again and looked straight in his face.

"Shielyn, behave yourself." He warned her that Kier was running out of patience.

She sat down again and innocently looked around.

God! The first time Kier sees her drunk, she's violent.

Minutes had passed, and she was behaving herself.

His phone rang, and he answered it in annoyance.

"What?!" He asked irritably.

"Kier..." The other line tiredly called his name. He seems tired and has been in a challenging situation; he sounds exhausted too.

"Damn it!" Kier cursed. He's hearing the background music in the bar, he looks at his wristwatch, and it's been one hour since they left that place, and he's still there.

"What, Planco?!" He hissed, and a sense of delay and exhaustion was in his voice. He's damn tired too. He's having a hard time handling his wife.

"Damn it! Have you called Tan? He's not picking up his phone!" He said with annoyance, and he heaved a sigh.

“I can’t find Mia.” He's in a dilemma and a problem in Planco’s voice.

"I just saw her, and she disappeared!” The other line said.

Kier heaved a sigh, put his hands on his waist, and looked at the ceiling. He massaged his temple.

"I can't handle these three women here. I need h-help- Ann, stop drinking! Shit- What the fuck Layla?!"

"Bryden is there; go on. Ask help from that bastard." He ended the call tiredly and struggled with the woman in front of him. He thought she was behaving herself, but he wronged her.

"What the fucking fuck? Shielyn Saltzman!"

Kier’s voice roared in the four corners of the living room.

He’s mad.

There! His patience is low.

She's throwing the pillows on him, including the books near her.

His jaw tightened, and his vision darkened; he clenched his fist. He lost his patience.

He massaged his temple for the second time, trying to calm himself.

"Stop that shit!" He roared.

Damn! He doesn't know what to do; he can't handle her; what about the three women Planco holding right now? They're going insane.

"Shhh!" I--ii!" She pointed to him.

"Damn it, woman!"

"I was-we-want ... To ance!" She hissed.