His Destructive, Toxic Love

Dillon: ... (Mr. Casper, you might want to tread lightly with that one.)

Juan: ... (Looks like your husband's got a serious case of the green-eyed monster.)

Eliza stared coolly at the man in front of her, then suddenly broke into a laugh.

"Mr. Casper, just take a look at these young guys-fresh, fit, and full of life. Don't they look way better than your scarred-up self?" She stood up, stepped closer, and locked eyes with him. "I mean, I don't care for them, so could it be... I'm into you?"

She chuckled softly, "Check them out-tall, ripped, rocking those six-packs. Bet they're something else in every way..." She sighed dramatically, "Here I am, after having a kid, it's been ages since I've had any excitement. I'm just craving it." She was deliberately trying to rile him up. Her moves and glances were intentionally exaggerated and playful.

Juan was on edge for her. He wanted to say something, but Eliza's sharp look shut him down every time.

"Mr. Casper, I'm all about those good-looking guys with fair skin. You're not quite my type, so that's a bummer. For someone who's into looks, it's a dealbreaker. Maybe you should head out, don't cramp my fun."

"Eliza." Casper's anger was practically tangible, his fingers curling into a fist as he slammed it into the wall behind her. Blood splattered onto the pristine surface.

Eliza shrank back, startled. Lucky for her, his fist didn't connect with her face.

Juan: Whoa... he's really steamed.

Dillon: This is gonna be a tough one to calm down.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He shot a glance at the male models still lingering, barked, "Out. All of you." The models scrambled away. Dillon grabbed Juan by the arm, and they both left the room.

In the dim stillness, you could hear nothing but their breathing.

"So, you're into the fair-skinned and handsome? Six-packs? You like them young? So, you're saying you don't like me?" Casper advanced, backing Eliza into a corner. Her back pressed against the wall, she stared back defiantly, "Yep, exactly. If you could pull that off, maybe I'd like you too."

"I can't do that." His face was

beyond repair, and even if he dared to try surgery, who knows how it'd turn out. "Go on, find what you're after, just keep it out of my sight."

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Out of sight, out of mind. He couldn't give her what she wanted, so how could he stop her from seeking it elsewhere?

Eliza let out a mocking laugh, "How thoughtful of you, Mr. Casper. Thanks for that."

She hit the call button. "Send in more models, the more robust the better, especially ones who can keep up all night The tips are generous. She

ended the call with a smilehe

She gave her waist a rub, "Looks like I've got a fun night ahead. Mr. Casper, if you've got nothing else, you should head back."

He clenched his jaw, simmering with unspent anger. But he didn't budge, just stood there.

Eliza shook her head, "Seems like you really like this room, Mr. Casper. No worries, I'll leave it to you and find another."

She took a few steps, then turned

back, "Oh, by the way, this club's yours, right? I heard the ladies working here are top-notch. Don't sell yourself short, there's bound to be someone who doesn't mind the boss's looks."

Her words were like daggers to Casper's heart, each one more painful than the last. His voice broke, "Do you really despise me that much?"