She heard that? Was she really drunk? Olivier was in disbelief.

"Huh," he said. "If you want to break your promise, I'll call my cousin and complain."

Gwenda pulled out her phone. Olivier, speechless, snatched it. "Stop fooling around," he said.

"Give it back!" she demanded.

They struggled for the phone. With alcohol coursing through her system, Gwenda climbed onto his lap. Olivier felt the warmth of her body and his throat went dry. His voice hoarse, he said, "Gwenda, stop it. Give me my phone."

Gwenda didn't realize the danger of her actions. Olivier's eyes flashed. In a second, he had an arm around her, pulling her close. Her face was so near he could see her pores.

"Gwenda" he said, emphasizing her name.

Confused, her eyes hazy, she had no idea what he meant. He couldn't bear it any longer and kissed her, releasing her only when she was breathless. "Fool," he said.

"You're bullying me," she protested, still unaware of his intentions. She stared at him with a victim's expression.

His eyes glinted as he stroked her hair. "Behave," he said.

"You're bullying me," she repeated. Dazed, she fell back into his arms and closed her eyes.

Holding her waist, Olivier gazed at her. Seeing she was asleep, he smiled resignedly. "I just like bullying you," he murmured. "Will you let me bully you for the rest of your life?"

He received only quiet, even breathing. He laughed, got a blanket, and covered her. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. "Sleep well," he whispered.

Gwenda remained asleep throughout the journey. He carried her from the car to her apartment. As he approached the stairwell, he spotted a suspicious car. He paused, recognizing the occupant.

He snorted. "He actually followed us," he thought. "He doesn't trust me?" A dark look crossed his face, but he continued upstairs.

He carried Gwenda to her bed, tucked her in, and crouched beside her. The dim headboard lamps illuminated her flushed face. After a long while, he caressed her face and kissed her again. He finally let go, gazing at her flushed lips. He chuckled softly, gently touched her lips, and reluctantly stood. "Your cousin's watching me, so I won't stay. Behave yourself, alright?"

He kissed her forehead one last time and left. The door closed with a thud. Gwenda rolled over and fell into a deeper sleep.

Downstairs, August smoked, watching the stairwell. "Why's he been up there so long? Olivier Petit seems like a gentleman. He wouldn't take advantage of Gwenda, would he?" He gritted his teeth. "No!"

He couldn't stand by and watch her be bullied. His grandmother would kill him if she found out! He was about to leave when he saw someone emerge from the stairwell. He stopped. Just as he thought Olivier was returning to his car, Olivier changed direction and approached August's car. "Holy sh*t!"

He'd been noticed. Before August could react, Olivier knocked on his window. August's eyes darkened as he rolled down the window. "Mr. Petit."