Chapter 326
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326 Falling For Seduction
“What’s keeping her?” Marcel asked his cousin, busy texting on his phone. It was five minutes due for the match to begin already and there was still no sign of Arianna.
If it was someone else, Marcel would have guessed he or she took off, but that was not Arianna’s style. She would come here even if her legs were broken and she was limping.
Moreover, she was the one who suggested a rematch in the first place and he was giving her a second chance. She would probably not give it up for anything in the world.
“Can you ask what’s keeping them?” Marcel was getting irritated by each growing moment and Victor must be chatting with Mimi.
Mimi was not here and was chatting with Victor over the phone, meaning that Arianna was probably with her. What were they doing? Arianna finally got his men’s respect, she can’t lose it after working hard to get it.
“Where are you, babe girl? My cousin’s getting cranky with the minutes passed.” Victor enunciated each word while typing and it annoyed Marcel. Not because Victor called him cranky but because he was flaunting his great love life in front of his face – one he didn’t have.
A minute later, Victor answered, “They’re here,”
Marcdk lifted his head to see Arianna step into the room just as Mimi put the phone in her pocket. However, Marcel’s brows couldn’t help but furrow when he saw what Arianna was wearing while Luca escorted them in carrying a huge multimedia Speaker.
What was Arianna up to? He wondered. It was enough that she wore a long cloak that covered her thoroughly as if she was about to feature in some medieval era movie instead of fighting his ass.
.....
“What’s with the charade? This is no party nor do I get your fashion sense? How do you intend to fight me in this thing? It would get in your way.” He asked, sincerely worried.
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“Who said you can’t have fun while fighting? Also, fashion’s the new thing now, ” She told him, making no sense at all.
Nonetheless, she stepped over the line, signifying that the match should begin and whoever had the alarm sound effect couldn’t be happier to sound it.
The moment the alarm blared, Marcel waited for Arianna to charge at him as usual. No matter what ludicrous plan she had up her sleeve, he was confident at defeating her. However, he never prepared himself for when the music started to play from the loudspeaker.
As soon as the lyrics, “You know you’ll go broke tryna handle me,” sang out, Arianna found the strings holding the cloak together and let it fall to the ground earning sharp gasps and astonishment from the crowd.
Mimi was right in one aspect, they never saw this coming. But the reaction she was expecting from Marcel was not this murderous energy. Thankfully, the music, “Treat me,” continued to play, making the tension in the air less suffocating. And she was determined to win this match.
Marcel stiffened at the spot, his gaze taking her in, starting from her head to the sole of her feet. Arianna was wearing a red, one-shoulder mesh sports bra that only covered her chest and her toned belly was fully on display for all of his men to see. At least the pants were long but it was an ultra-body-con that showed off the wonderful curves he always knew she had.
At that moment, Marcel might as well have become a fire-breathing dragon because of the way his nose flared. What the hell was she thinking wearing those seductive outfits looking so hot and captivating?
He was the only one who was supposed to appreciate that only and not his men staring at her with lust in their eyes and he bet some of them had their manhood at attention. Marcel felt like killing them one after the other – and was seriously tempted to.
That was the effect Arianna had on people, especially men. She was like the sun that couldn’t be hidden, instead, it spread its warmth over everyone – even the unworthy scums. But Marcel must have been way over his head because the next he felt was a small pain at the corner of his face and a goddamned cheer from his men. That was when it registered in his head, Arianna just hit him. And nowhere else but his face.
Anger like no other rushed through his veins, but it was not because she hit his face, the most sacred place on his body. No, Marcel just realized that he had been tricked and all that remained was two more hits and he could kiss the lap dance goodbye. Oh no, that was not happening.
“Fine trick,” Marcel snarled and Arianna shrugged, even having the audacity to wriggle her ass to the entertainment of his men and his detriment.
“That music has to go,” Marcel was firm in his decision. He was thrown off his element, having never attempted having fun while fighting. This was fighting and she was supposed to be serious at it, not making pretty moves with that ass that were distracting. The ass that was supposed to provide him a lap dance after this was over.
“Sorry, Marcel but you would have to turn it off yourself,” Arianna told him cockily knowing he couldn’t do it.
The speaker was outside the line with Luca who was in cahoots with her and stepping over it would mean that he was admitting defeat and she knew Marcel couldn’t do it – although she hoped. It would be less tiring that way.
“In your dream,” Marcel told her clearly.
Arianna pouted her lips as if she just suffered a huge loss, “What? A girl can’t help but hope.”
At the same time, the lyrics sang,
“Exceptional,
You know anything less is unacceptable,
Don’t get me wrong, I’m flexible
But only in all the ways my legs can go,”
In rhythm with the music, Arianna lifted her legs in such a way that it was completely straight with her body and a round of applause came from the audience who was enjoying the show a little too much.
They never anticipated this move from Arianna, she brought the fight to a whole new level and the bets were quickly changing hands with more people beginning to place bets on her. Even if Arianna lost, she gave them a run for their money.
But while all these were going on, all Marcel could think about was the many things he could do to her with those legs wrapped around his waist. And slowly, he fell for that sweet wine called seduction.
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326 Falling For Seduction
“What’s keeping her?” Marcel asked his cousin, busy texting on his phone. It was five minutes due for the match to begin already and there was still no sign of Arianna.
If it was someone else, Marcel would have guessed he or she took off, but that was not Arianna’s style. She would come here even if her legs were broken and she was limping.
Moreover, she was the one who suggested a rematch in the first place and he was giving her a second chance. She would probably not give it up for anything in the world.
“Can you ask what’s keeping them?” Marcel was getting irritated by each growing moment and Victor must be chatting with Mimi.
Mimi was not here and was chatting with Victor over the phone, meaning that Arianna was probably with her. What were they doing? Arianna finally got his men’s respect, she can’t lose it after working hard to get it.
“Where are you, babe girl? My cousin’s getting cranky with the minutes passed.” Victor enunciated each word while typing and it annoyed Marcel. Not because Victor called him cranky but because he was flaunting his great love life in front of his face – one he didn’t have.
A minute later, Victor answered, “They’re here,”
Marcdk lifted his head to see Arianna step into the room just as Mimi put the phone in her pocket. However, Marcel’s brows couldn’t help but furrow when he saw what Arianna was wearing while Luca escorted them in carrying a huge multimedia Speaker.
What was Arianna up to? He wondered. It was enough that she wore a long cloak that covered her thoroughly as if she was about to feature in some medieval era movie instead of fighting his ass.
.....
“What’s with the charade? This is no party nor do I get your fashion sense? How do you intend to fight me in this thing? It would get in your way.” He asked, sincerely worried.
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“Who said you can’t have fun while fighting? Also, fashion’s the new thing now, ” She told him, making no sense at all.
Nonetheless, she stepped over the line, signifying that the match should begin and whoever had the alarm sound effect couldn’t be happier to sound it.
The moment the alarm blared, Marcel waited for Arianna to charge at him as usual. No matter what ludicrous plan she had up her sleeve, he was confident at defeating her. However, he never prepared himself for when the music started to play from the loudspeaker.
As soon as the lyrics, “You know you’ll go broke tryna handle me,” sang out, Arianna found the strings holding the cloak together and let it fall to the ground earning sharp gasps and astonishment from the crowd.
Mimi was right in one aspect, they never saw this coming. But the reaction she was expecting from Marcel was not this murderous energy. Thankfully, the music, “Treat me,” continued to play, making the tension in the air less suffocating. And she was determined to win this match.
Marcel stiffened at the spot, his gaze taking her in, starting from her head to the sole of her feet. Arianna was wearing a red, one-shoulder mesh sports bra that only covered her chest and her toned belly was fully on display for all of his men to see. At least the pants were long but it was an ultra-body-con that showed off the wonderful curves he always knew she had.
At that moment, Marcel might as well have become a fire-breathing dragon because of the way his nose flared. What the hell was she thinking wearing those seductive outfits looking so hot and captivating?
He was the only one who was supposed to appreciate that only and not his men staring at her with lust in their eyes and he bet some of them had their manhood at attention. Marcel felt like killing them one after the other – and was seriously tempted to.
That was the effect Arianna had on people, especially men. She was like the sun that couldn’t be hidden, instead, it spread its warmth over everyone – even the unworthy scums. But Marcel must have been way over his head because the next he felt was a small pain at the corner of his face and a goddamned cheer from his men. That was when it registered in his head, Arianna just hit him. And nowhere else but his face.
Anger like no other rushed through his veins, but it was not because she hit his face, the most sacred place on his body. No, Marcel just realized that he had been tricked and all that remained was two more hits and he could kiss the lap dance goodbye. Oh no, that was not happening.
“Fine trick,” Marcel snarled and Arianna shrugged, even having the audacity to wriggle her ass to the entertainment of his men and his detriment.
“That music has to go,” Marcel was firm in his decision. He was thrown off his element, having never attempted having fun while fighting. This was fighting and she was supposed to be serious at it, not making pretty moves with that ass that were distracting. The ass that was supposed to provide him a lap dance after this was over.
“Sorry, Marcel but you would have to turn it off yourself,” Arianna told him cockily knowing he couldn’t do it.
The speaker was outside the line with Luca who was in cahoots with her and stepping over it would mean that he was admitting defeat and she knew Marcel couldn’t do it – although she hoped. It would be less tiring that way.
“In your dream,” Marcel told her clearly.
Arianna pouted her lips as if she just suffered a huge loss, “What? A girl can’t help but hope.”
At the same time, the lyrics sang,
“Exceptional,
You know anything less is unacceptable,
Don’t get me wrong, I’m flexible
But only in all the ways my legs can go,”
In rhythm with the music, Arianna lifted her legs in such a way that it was completely straight with her body and a round of applause came from the audience who was enjoying the show a little too much.
They never anticipated this move from Arianna, she brought the fight to a whole new level and the bets were quickly changing hands with more people beginning to place bets on her. Even if Arianna lost, she gave them a run for their money.
But while all these were going on, all Marcel could think about was the many things he could do to her with those legs wrapped around his waist. And slowly, he fell for that sweet wine called seduction.
326 Falling For SeductionWhat's keeping her? Marcel asked his cousin, busy texting on his phone. It was five minutes due for the match to begin already and there was still no sign of Arianna.If it was someone else, Marcel would have guessed he or she took off, but that was not Arianna's style. She would come here even if her legs were broken and she was limping.Moreover, she was the one who suggested a rematch in the first place and he was giving her a second chance. She would probably not give it up for anything in the world.Can you ask what's keeping them? Marcel was getting irritated by each growing moment and Victor must be chatting with Mimi.Mimi was not here and was chatting with Victor over the phone, meaning that Arianna was probably with her. What were they doing? Arianna finally got his men's respect, she can't lose it after working hard to get it.Where are you, babe girl? My cousin's getting cranky with the minutes passed. Victor enunciated each word while typing and it annoyed Marcel. Not because Victor called him cranky but because he was flaunting his great love life in front of his face one he didn't have.A minute later, Victor answered, They're here,Marcdk lifted his head to see Arianna step into the room just as Mimi put the phone in her pocket. However, Marcel's brows couldn't help but furrow when he saw what Arianna was wearing while Luca escorted them in carrying a huge multimedia Speaker.What was Arianna up to? He wondered. It was enough that she wore a long cloak that covered her thoroughly as if she was about to feature in some medieval era movie instead of fighting his ass......What's with the charade? This is no party nor do I get your fashion sense? How do you intend to fight me in this thing? It would get in your way. He asked, sincerely worried. ???????????????? ???????????????????????????? ???????????????????????? ???????????????????? ???????? ????????????????????-????????????.????????????Who said you can't have fun while fighting? Also, fashion's the new thing now, She told him, making no sense at all.Nonetheless, she stepped over the line, signifying that the match should begin and whoever had the alarm sound effect couldn't be happier to sound it.The moment the alarm blared, Marcel waited for Arianna to charge at him as usual. No matter what ludicrous plan she had up her sleeve, he was confident at defeating her. However, he never prepared himself for when the music started to play from the loudspeaker.As soon as the lyrics, You know you'll go broke tryna handle me, sang out, Arianna found the strings holding the cloak together and let it fall to the ground earning sharp gasps and astonishment from the crowd.Mimi was right in one aspect, they never saw this coming. But the reaction she was expecting from Marcel was not this murderous energy. Thankfully, the music, Treat me, continued to play, making the tension in the air less suffocating. And she was determined to win this match.Marcel stiffened at the spot, his gaze taking her in, starting from her head to the sole of her feet. Arianna was wearing a red, one-shoulder mesh sports bra that only covered her chest and her toned belly was fully on display for all of his men to see. At least the pants were long but it was an ultra-body-con that showed off the wonderful curves he always knew she had.At that moment, Marcel might as well have become a fire-breathing dragon because of the way his nose flared. What the hell was she thinking wearing those seductive outfits looking so hot and captivating?He was the only one who was supposed to appreciate that only and not his men staring at her with lust in their eyes and he bet some of them had their manhood at attention. Marcel felt like killing them one after the other and was seriously tempted to.That was the effect Arianna had on people, especially men. She was like the sun that couldn't be hidden, instead, it spread its warmth over everyone even the unworthy scums. But Marcel must have been way over his head because the next he felt was a small pain at the corner of his face and a goddamned cheer from his men. That was when it registered in his head, Arianna just hit him. And nowhere else but his face.Anger like no other rushed through his veins, but it was not because she hit his face, the most sacred place on his body. No, Marcel just realized that he had been tricked and all that remained was two more hits and he could kiss the lap dance goodbye. Oh no, that was not happening.Fine trick, Marcel snarled and Arianna shrugged, even having the audacity to wriggle her ass to the entertainment of his men and his detriment.That music has to go, Marcel was firm in his decision. He was thrown off his element, having never attempted having fun while fighting. This was fighting and she was supposed to be serious at it, not making pretty moves with that ass that were distracting. The ass that was supposed to provide him a lap dance after this was over.Sorry, Marcel but you would have to turn it off yourself, Arianna told him cockily knowing he couldn't do it.The speaker was outside the line with Luca who was in cahoots with her and stepping over it would mean that he was admitting defeat and she knew Marcel couldn't do it although she hoped. It would be less tiring that way.In your dream, Marcel told her clearly.Arianna pouted her lips as if she just suffered a huge loss, What? A girl can't help but hope.At the same time, the lyrics sang,Exceptional,You know anything less is unacceptable,Don't get me wrong, I'm flexibleBut only in all the ways my legs can go,In rhythm with the music, Arianna lifted her legs in such a way that it was completely straight with her body and a round of applause came from the audience who was enjoying the show a little too much.They never anticipated this move from Arianna, she brought the fight to a whole new level and the bets were quickly changing hands with more people beginning to place bets on her. Even if Arianna lost, she gave them a run for their money.But while all these were going on, all Marcel could think about was the many things he could do to her with those legs wrapped around his waist. And slowly, he fell for that sweet wine called seduction.
