"The great Carter who's been single for a long time now, what's your plan? Don't you have any plans to even taste a woman? Are you gay?"

Angelo asks his friend Carter a question as they sit down. Carter can hear the teasing in his tone. He just ignored him and poured whiskey into the glass for him.

"You've been single for so many years, bro. How's your semen doing? Do you have a plan to just stock that or maybe you prefer to use your hand more than a woman," Lucas also took up the topic with a cheeky laugh.

For the second time, Carter ignored him as well and straightened up the whiskey. He remained to stare at the emptiness and rest his body.

These motherfuckers would never stop laughing at him about this topic every time they invited him to have a drink. For these poor playboys with only money left, it would be incredible that they haven't fucked a woman for one day, let alone years.

"Did you just invite me to express your boring opinions about my life? I should go instead of wasting my time here. What do you think?" Carter asked them and sipped the wine.

Angelo Tan, the bar owner, laughed and even patted him on the arm.

"Just kidding, dude. But aren't you really shaping up right now? Just one?" He asked further.

Carter just shook his head and looked around the whole club.

This club, Wild Rover, is Angelo's most recent property, which has just opened for about two or three months. But this was the first time he came here.

He was always busy at work, but they have already invited him many times. And another thing is that, although he has no interest in such places, he just feels empty and he wants the alcohol to touch his throat the main reason he's here.

"What did you think and set up this kind of business? Apart from being a womanizer," Carter asked him when he heard that their conversation had changed and that his club was the topic.

Angelo glanced at Carter for a moment and shrugged.

"It's been his dream ever since, dude. You don't seem to know Gelo," said Lucas and like Carter, he looked around the whole place. "But you already have a lot of guests with big names here, huh. What is your secret?"

Carter focused his gaze on Angelo and waited for his answer to Luke's question. He looks like looking for someone who's around.

"The bartender here, Olive, introduced someone to me right after the opening. Damn, she's so fucking hot, bro. She is the one that all the guests have been visiting here since the beginning," Angelo said and looked around again.

"If you could just see how fucking sexy and hot she is."

Carter hissed.

He means that the reason why his club is so popular totally depends on a sexy waitress?

Carter didn't bother to care about this guy who was full of woman's ass and ignored his next words.

To be honest, he kind of wants to leave already. It was a mistake to say yes to their invitation!

At this time, Carter could hear exactly what seemed to be a commotion near them. It got his attention. He roamed his eyes around him and then he found that the sound of commotion seemed to come from the same area where they are-the VIP area.

It appeared that the guests in another booth were forcing a waitress to drink. But there were too many bodyguards around the seat. Carter can only vaguely see the woman's side face through the gap of these bodyguards' bodies.

And just such a blurred profile aroused countless memories of him.

When she looked up and they both met each other's gaze, he could feel his heartbeat slowing down as he stared at her.

What the hell is she doing here?

Flashback

Christmas night is getting deeper.

Carter's gaze shifted to the flowers scattered on the floor and to the candlelight dinner he had prepared for her. He spent some time preparing for it because he wanted this night to be perfect for him and especially for her.

He wants her to never forget this night as she said yes to him. But it has been a few hours and she's still not showing up.

Carter gasped and looked at his cell phone, looking forward to her text but none. He tried calling her again but her phone is now out of reach. He no longer knew what to think.

Could it be that something bad has happened to her?

Carter was shocked when he heard the doorbell ring along with his heartbeat. Overjoyed, thinking it was her, he hurried to the door to open it.

But his jaw dropped when he saw her sister, Claire. He even looked behind her thinking maybe she was just hiding there but nothing.

"Where's Dahlia?" Carter asked her in astonishment, but instead of her answering him, she went straight inside, so he followed her right away.

He immediately saw her grin as she looked at the things he had prepared for her sister.

"What's this? Are you planning to propose to her tonight?" She mockingly asked him. Carter frowned and nodded.

"Where is she? She doesn't answer my call," he said and sat down.

Claire didn't answer and instead had something to do with her cellphone. When she turned to him, he saw the anger in her eyes.

"While you are here waiting for her, this is what she was doing all the time. Do you think you can still ask a woman like her to marry you?" She asked and suddenly put the cellphone on his face.

Carter's heart stopped beating for a moment when he saw who was in the video.

It was Dahlia, with a man beside her. They were both naked and wrapped in blankets as if they had just finished what they had done – whatever they had done.

Carter laughed and almost threw the cellphone back at Claire.

"Is this a fucking prank? That's not Dahlia. Why are you doing this?!" Carter yelled at her. He could feel his heart split when she laughed.

"Dahlia is not just an innocent woman, My poor Carter. You are taken in by her. You all think she is pure and innocent just because of her face and the way she talks, but she's not! She's a dirty bitch! You have always chosen the wrong woman."

Carter didn't believe Claire that day because he didn't want to. He couldn't ruin Dahlia's image of him to the point that he even wanted an explanation from her even though what he saw was very clear.

Claire looked at Carter as if she were pitying him. She approached him step by step, trying to grab him from behind, squeezing her large breasts against his back.

"My dear Carter, it's not your fault. You were just deceived by my sister, that dissolute woman. I told you I was the right woman for you, didn't I? She is only an illegitimate daughter of my family, a real gold digger, a prostitute who can sell her body for money. She doesn't deserve you at all."

Carter couldn't even think about what she was saying, but he pushed her away and hurried out the door and ran into this cold Christmas night.

The next day, Carter went to her campus and waited for her but she didn't show up anymore. He tried to wait but she never showed up. She's the reason why he ended up being miserable until now. Because of her, he saw nothing else. She was the basis of everything for him.

And to this day, after so many years, Carter still can't forget her stunning face. He didn't even expect that he would see her here, in this kind of place after three years.

Much has changed in her.

Her body has always been beautiful, especially her face. Everyone was calling her "The Aphrodite" back then because of her beautiful face – gentle, attractive, and innocent – one of the reasons why he fell in love with her at first sight.

But now, she is dressed in Sexy Bunny Girl's clothes, her slim waist is outlined by her corset, and her charming chest is wrapped in a low collar shirt. Wearing white fluffy rabbit ears, she struggled and cried in the arms of an old man.

The tears did not detract from her beauty. On the contrary, when tears run down her angelic face, all men will go crazy for her.

Now Carter understands why this club is being visited.

"It looks like your eyes are still effective, bro. That's the woman I was talking about earlier. Everyone goes here and is willing to pay as much as possible just for one night with her." Carter heard Angelo mentioned. He kept his eyes on Dahlia.

Three years ago, every time he kissed her, he would be careful, for fear of defiling her beauty; Now, she is still so beautiful, but he just want to tear off all her clothes and fuck her to cry.

Carter remembered what Claire said. A real gold digger? A prostitute who can sell her body for money?

That's fucking right!

"So, have you tasted her yet?" Lucas asked Angelo.

"Stupid, no. She's not into sex, bro. She's just entertaining some guests here," he replied and turned to Carter. "Do you want to bet?" He asked.

"What?"

"What?" Carter replied to them absently.

He watched Dahlia crying and struggling desperately, but no one saved her. This scene is not uncommon in such clubs, and everyone is used to it. Anyway, she asked for it, didn't she?

"Since you're the only single here, let's make a bet. I will give you this club if you could sleep with her within three months. Dare?" Angelo declared.

Now, those men have begun to tear her clothes and stockings. At this time, Dahlia finally found him. It was obvious that she recognized him, but she didn't ask him for help.

Maybe she actually liked the older guys better than him, her jilted ex-boyfriend?

What a fucking joke, Angelo.

Carter didn't answer any words, but just stood up and walked over. Those bodyguards seemed to want to stop him from disturbing their boss for fun, but he ignored them. Carter knew Angelo would help him deal with these people.

Carter grabbed Dahlia by the wrist, pulled her out of the man's arms, and without hesitation, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Sleep with her, huh?

This woman made him miserable for so many years and he still wants her. Carter wants her to go crazy over him again and make her think the betrayal she did to him three years ago was the worst mistake she ever made.

Dahlia didn't expect it would be Carter, her ex boyfriend who broke up with her for three years , saved her from this hell; Similarly, she didn't expect him to suddenly kiss her in this case.

She could feel her heart beating fast as soon as he covered her mouth with his lips. Dahlia felt her soul suddenly escape her when she felt his warm hold on her again. She can hear Carter's moan and heavy breathing while kissing her torridly.

Dahlia seemed to be slowly losing herself as his kiss got deeper and deeper. That was slow but deep. Slowly but surely. She can feel his hunger so she is.

That still hasn't changed – the way he kissed her still hasn't changed. It's still like a fire that burns. It is still like a deep-sea that is drowning. It can still take her and subdue her.

In an instant, Dahlia felt ashamed of herself especially when she heard the laughter of everyone there while watching them.

"See? What a dirty pretentious bitch!"

"I thought she's not Claireilable tonight? Fucking liar!"

"Looks like she still wants to get a wild bang."

The anger Dahlia felt intensified when she heard their various insults, especially what is happening now. Carter just saved her from one hell and pushed her to another.

Dahlia couldn't stop crying, but it seemed to make him more excited. The excitement she felt from the kiss by Carter was more dominant.

She lost herself, even more, when she felt his grip tighten on her waist as one of his hands went to her ass and touched it.

Carter stopped abruptly but still wouldn't let her go. She even felt a hangover when Carter slightly bit her lip. It looks like she even wants to chase his lip just because she got hung up!

"Your way of kissing is better than before, I almost got high, huh. Seems you haven't been short of men since you left me three years ago," Carter sarcastically whispered to Dahlia while flirtatiously rubbing the fluffy rabbit tail on her buttocks, it was full of insults.

In an instant, it was as if cold water had poured on her when she heard that.

Dahlia quickly pulled herself back from being caught in his kiss. She stepped on his foot with all her might and violently pushed him away from her. She could see the shock and pain in his eyes but before he could react, she quickly ran to the back lounge and didn't even have time to pick up her black high heels..

Damn you, Dahlia!

As soon as she got back to the lounge, she quickly took off her damn Bunny clothes and put on her jacket and skirt.

Dahlia tried to control herself not to think about that man, but it was all in vain.

This is the first time she has seen him in three years. He became more handsome and taller. But in the past, he always had a gentle smile on his face. Now, he seems to be cold.

He seemed angry. Especially from the kiss he gave her earlier, she could feel his intense anger there even though it was so delicious.

Why was he so angry? Why would he reappear in her life three years after he abandoned her to be engaged to someone else, giving her hope and depressing her?

Dahlia tried calming herself down but her heart pounded even more especially when she remembered the kiss he had given her earlier. Fantasy almost ate her into her brain while that was happening!

She almost jumped in panic when the door suddenly slammed and it spat out Olive who focused her gaze on her. There was still a small grin on her lips.

"Who is that? Why did you suddenly kiss? He's so handsome!" She blurted out. Dahlia's cheeks grew hot as he remembered what had happened again.

"I-I don't know him, Olive," she answered her without looking at her, and continued to put away her belongings.

Dahlia's previous feeling of tiredness got worse and she felt like she was going to get sick. She suddenly felt heavier. She was sure it's because of what happened earlier but she can't admit that to herself.

"Really? You don't know him but you've kissed earlier as if you were longing for each other for a long time. He also looks rich, you're really good at choosing!" She was sarcastic, so Dahlia was even more embarrassed.

When Carter kissed her, her mind told her to run away from him, but her body betrayed her.

Not knowing how to reply, Dahlia silently swept everything on her desk into her bag and zipped it up.

Then she turned to Olive. She frowned at her.

"Where are you going? You're going home?"

"I'm really not feeling well, Liv. Let's just talk tomorrow," she told her lazily and marched out. She even heard her call her but she didn't pay attention to that anymore.

Various emotions flowed through Dahlia as she walked towards the backdoor of the club while losing herself again.

This seemed to be a very long night to her. The only thing she wants to do now is to hurry home, throw herself into the bathtub, wash away all the disgusting and humiliating marks on her body, and then forget everything tonight, including that man.

As soon as she got out of the backdoor, a cold breeze greeted her.

Dahlia hugged herself more to the jacket she was wearing. It was quiet in that part so she could hear the pounding of her chest more. Especially when she sees who is waiting for her.

Carter was standing while leaning against the light pole that was there.

He was deadly and cold, staring at her as if he had been waiting for her since earlier. Again, Dahlia saw how he would look at her from head to toe. It seemed full of resentment and judgment.

She felt even more embarrassed because of the way he was staring at her. Strange anger covered his eyes.

Dahlia's heart pounded as she no longer knew what to do. She felt the trembling of her knees. She knew she wasn't ready to face him after so many years. She wasn't even prepared for it because she really had no intention of showing up to him.

Why did he suddenly appear here?

Carter smirked for a moment and their eyes met again.

"Where are you going? Trying to run away again like what you did three years ago?" He asked her coldly as if threatening.

Her heartbeat slowed. Her mouth opened but no word came out. She suddenly seemed to run out of sanity. The words suddenly seemed to escape from her mind.

Dahlia didn't know why, looking at him standing under the streetlamp, she seemed to see a monster crawling out of hell, roaring and screaming, trying to eat her body to complete revenge. This horrible imagination made her step back.

Almost at the same time, Carter also moved. He slowly walked closer to her while his eyes were fixed on her. His aura grew darker as he stared at her whole being.

"And do you think you can easily escape from me this time, my dear Dahlia Bloom?"

Dahlia invincibly feels there's a need to run away from her own emotions.

She's afraid of her own heart - it's always asking for more that it drains anyone who offers theirs.

Carter stares at her like she's the only person he loathes - full of shame, disgust, and rage. She doesn't know why she was hurt by the way he looked at her. Sure, he still is, but his stare is not the same anymore. His coldness crumpled her like a thin paper soaked in tears. Everything sure has changed now.

Dahlia  tried to calm herself down. She quickly averted her eyes from him and ignored what he said. She didn't have to explain anything to him. She didn't have to say or ask him. It never entered her mind that they would meet again after so many years.

What is he doing here?

Dahlia walked straight and turned her back on Carter. But even before she could go far enough, he quickly and violently grabbed her wrist and pushed her with all his might, causing her to lean against the car there.

Dahlia winced when she felt the pain in her back then realized with hindsight that this should be his car. He seems to have anticipated that she would leave by the back door, and then come here and wait for her to bring herself into his grasp..

"What are you doing?!" Dahlia shouted at him and tried to get out of Carter's grip but it was just too tight.

When she looked up at him, she was surprised because he was too tall for her. There she saw the flame in his eyes and he seemed to be shivering. His jaw clenched and met her gaze with his burning eyes.

"You didn't answer my question," Carter answered her coldly.

Dahlia frowned and looked away from him again. With him so close to her, she could already smell the mixture of wine and his perfume. Her heart is pounding for no apparent reason.

"Get off me, crazy jerk!"

"We haven't seen each other for three years. Don't you have anything to say to me? Running away is still your favorite thing to do, huh," he said.

"What are you talking about? I don't even know you," she told him emphatically and almost choked because of the extreme frustration she felt.

This guy really knows how to corner her.

Carter grins. She felt, even more, the tightness of his hold on her.

"I don't think you have amnesia based on how you responded to my kiss earlier. Or do I need to remind you who I am?" He told her seemed threatening, so she looked at him again.

"I don't have anything to say to a stranger. Get off me!" Dahlia coldly replied to him.

But she guessed she did it wrong because it only made him even angrier.

Carter attacked her for a kiss again, and this time, she felt more of his anger at the kiss he was giving her. She can already taste the rusty taste on his lips. He even bit her lip!

Dahlia clenched her teeth tightly. This behavior seemed to successfully stop him. He gave up her lips and began to kiss along my cheek all the way to her neck.

This finally made her relax for a moment. But the next second, she found she was wrong. Carter suddenly lifted the skirt she was wearing!

Dahlia felt his warm hand caressing my thigh upwards, rubbed her buttocks across her underwear, and even wanted to stretch his fingers into her underwear.

"Carter, are you crazy!" Dahlia couldn't help shouted.

Then she heard him chuckling virtuously. He took the opportunity to kiss her again. This time he succeeded.

"Now you finally remember who I am." He uttered between their kisses.

Dahlia's eyes widened with surprise at his impudence and unbridled behavior.

She can still hear his moan and heavy breathing. Obviously, his sexual desire was not satisfied, and she could still feel his fiery male genitals pressing against her abdomen, which made her shiver.

But strangely, he didn't continue. Instead, he gasped and tried to calm down. He even helped her tidy up her dress, which he had crumpled.

Still pressing Dahlia against the door, Carter buttoned her jacket and ran his fingers through her tousled hair, appreciating her blushing face with satisfaction.

She felt like he was treating her like a Barbie doll he had been longing for for a long time. All his actions implied a strong desire for possession and domination.

"This time, you're not going anywhere, Dahlia." Carter said, and quickly picked her up and got her into his car.

"You bastard, let me out of here!"

Dahlia was shoved into the passenger seat of Carter's car, then watched as he locked the door and trapped her. She could only bang on the window to get his attention.

But he completely ignored her, walked around to pick up her bag on the ground, and then calmly sat in the driver's seat, then quickly started the engine.

"So, where are you taking me? You're just a guest of Wild Rover. I'm off duty now. You have no right to take me away."

Dahlia hurriedly took the bag thrown by him and held her bag tightly in her arms, as if this would bring her a sense of security.

"Fasten your seat belt." Carter said, and then kept looking at the road without replying to any of her questions.

"Shit." Dahlia hissed.

She knew he would neither tell her where he was taking her nor let her off. She can only turn her head and stare at the gradually strange street outside the window.

Carter has abandoned her for three years. Wasn't he engaged to Claire? Why did him suddenly appear in front of her now? What was his purpose?

A lot of problems entangled in her heart.

A few moments of silence passed, and Dahlia just noticed the car stop in front of a villa. She glanced at Carter suspiciously, but he only silently turned off the engine, got out of the car, walked over and opened the door for her.

"Walk by yourself, or I'll just carry you in."

Dahlia knew she couldn't resist Carter. So she could only pretend to have a cold face to cover up her weakness.

"Don't touch me. I can go by myself."

Carter just sneered.

The villa looks a bit old, but the decoration is in the Baroque style that she likes, and the rooms are very clean. She was guessing this is one of his more frequent residences.

"We need to talk." Dahlia stood in the hall with her hands around her chest.

"Talk about what?" Carter pressed her step by step, "About how you blow a man's dick in a bunny girl's clothes?"

Dahlia blushed angrily! She never thought he would insult her with such words.

"Carter Anderson! I'm talking to you seriously! I think we've broken up. You have no right to criticize my behavior."

"Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you tonight? I thought, I should have fucked this bunny girl. I should have fucked you three years ago, Dahlia. How many men have you slept with over the years? Are you relying on your body to attract so many guests?"

"W... What?" Dahlia couldn't believe what she had heard.

The burning anger in Carter's eyes is much more visible. She can also see strong desire along with that anger. It was on fire and nothing seemed to be able to stop him.

Instead of answering her, he quickly stepped on her and then pressed her on the sofa. Carter attacked Dahlia again with a violent and painful kiss. Meanwhile, she felt him constantly tearing her skirt.

Dahlia hurriedly tried to save her skirt from him, but it was all in vain. He easily liberated her breasts from her bra, then buried his head in her chest and began to taste her nipples with relish.

She felt a strange feeling coming from her chest and couldn't help crying out in shame.

Suddenly, Dahlia no longer recognizes who this man is in front of her.

This is not Carter anymore. This is no longer the man she once knew and loved. He looks like a mad ape-more of a beast rather.

Dahlia felt disgusted by what Carter did and her mind can't accept that because he himself is doing this kind of thing to her. It's because Carter's image to her is calm and gentle. She carries that to this day. He's everyone's ideal guy and she was so lucky when she found out he likes her and he loves her so much.

But everything has shattered down, and it drains her.

The disgust and shame Dahlia felt for herself because of what those people did to her at the bar seemed to overwhelm him.

She feels like her heart is slowly burning in pain.

She feels like drowning.

All this feeling reached its peak when Carter licked and kissed her private part all the way down her abdomen.

She wanted to kick him away from her but he easily grabbed her ankle. Carter grabbed her ankle, then separated her legs, and showed everything about her in front of his eyes.

"W-what are you going to do? Carter! Are you crazy!?" Dahlia cried, in despair.

"I'm crazy, Dahlia," Carter whispered weakly but scary. "Yes, I'm crazy and you caused all of this."