Chapter 779

The despair was not only in Linda's words, but also in the confusion on her face. It was obvious that she had completely forgotten about what they had agreed on before.

"Damn it, Linda! Did you forget what we said?! " Ivanka was a little annoyed and even exasperated. This made her look like she had lost her composure. Linda could not help but widen her eyes. She had never been in such a situation before.

"Wait, let me think …" The girl raised her hands and thought for a while with her head tilted. After a while, she asked in an uncertain tone, "You mean … you mean … to teach Adriaan a lesson?"

"God, I knew it. You all forgot!" Ivanka waved her fist. "You, Emily, Jason, and Stane! We had a good talk. You all did well in the beginning too. How could you all forget now?! "

"Relax, Yini. You're not like you at all now." Linda waved her hand nonchalantly. "Adriaan is a very interesting person. Why do we have to teach him a lesson?"

"What?" Ivanka looked at her friend in disbelief. "It's only been a few hours and he's already charmed you?!"

"Of course," Linda replied matter-of-factly. "He's very funny, humorous, and a little cute. He's not an antique, and he's very patient. He's quite perfect."

Speaking of this, she revealed a look of reminiscence and began to giggle. "Oh, no wonder they say he's a playboy. Adriaan is really charming. To be frank, if it's possible, I don't mind bringing him home tonight."

Bitch！ Ivanka rolled her eyes and cursed in her heart. She then glared at Linda.

"Come on, Yini." Linda was still immersed in her memories. "I bet you must have had the same thought, right?"

"Linda!" Ivanka gritted her teeth and shouted. Her beautiful face was as black as burnt bread. Linda finally came to her senses and stuck out her tongue in embarrassment. "Sorry, Yini."

"I'm very disappointed in you, Linda, and Jason and the others. Very, very disappointed," Ivanka said with a gloomy face with her arms crossed.

However, although Linda was shocked, she did not take her expression to heart. "Don't be like this, Yini. Okay, I apologize. It was indeed my fault tonight — our fault. But there's no turning back now, is there? Do you think we can take back the topic by going out now? Adriaan has taken the initiative. Everyone likes him. "

Ivanka continued to stare at her without saying a word.

"Okay, Yini." Linda put her hands on her shoulders and said in the most sincere tone, "We didn't achieve our goal this time, so we'll try again next time. After all, we don't know what kind of person he is and how to deal with him effectively. With this lesson, if you really plan to do it again, we will definitely be on your side. I promise, Yini. "

After staring at her for a while, Ivanka finally raised her hands and said, "Okay."

After the fruitless conversation, the two girls returned to the private room and saw Emily and Adriaan returning from the dance floor. Linda immediately invited Adriaan to dance again, as if what they had said in the washroom did not happen. Ivanka was dumbfounded and even angrier. After Stane invited Emily to dance again, Jason, who had summoned the courage to invite her, was rejected.

"Sometimes making a movie is interesting. Facing the camera, turning yourself into another person and starting a new life, that feels great …" After returning from the dance floor, Adriaan began to chat with the four young people again. Just like before, they listened carefully and attentively, asking questions from time to time and then laughing at each other's humorous answers.

Ivanka, who was trying her best to remain calm on the surface, sat on the side in silence, and drank bottle after bottle of beer. Although her rationality told her to calm down and that it was not a big deal, she still could not help but look at Adriaan with hatred in her eyes. He did not even look at her, unless she interrupted.

And even if Ivanka interrupted and Adriaan answered, as long as she stopped talking, his attention would be on the other four, as if she did not exist at all.

Damn bastard! Damn it! Ivanka cried in her heart, but this was a public place. She could not give Adriaan face like she did at home, so the beer bottles in front of her gradually increased.

"You're not a gentleman at all, you're a narrow-minded bastard! I … just said that I don't like you … and this is how you take revenge on me … "As she spoke, Ivanka swung her hands and hips high, colliding with Adriaan to the explosive rhythm. On the dance floor, colorful lights passed through the lively men and women.

"Isn't this what you want?" Adriaan also swung his body to the rhythm. Although he was tall, his agility was not inferior to the young people at all. "Since you don't like me, of course, I can't make you dislike me even more."

"You're quibbling! You just want to embarrass me! You just want to make me look like a clown! " Ivanka raised her voice and danced more and more fiercely to the beat. The two plump mounds on her chest also shook up and down violently, extremely seductive.

Adriaan shrugged and was about to say something when the music suddenly stopped. The explosive dance music came to an end, and the people on the dance floor also stopped. Ivanka, who was in high spirits, accidentally sprained her foot and fell into Adriaan's arms. Through the slightly dim light, her face was covered with red, and her eyes were full of confusion. As her chest rose and fell, her mouth occasionally spewed out the smell of alcohol.

"Okay, it's over, let's go back." Adriaan helped her walk out of the dance floor.

"Why not continue? Why not continue?! " Ivanka shouted drunkenly, and then wanted to push him away, "I don't need your help, I can walk by myself!"

"Listen to me." Adriaan acted as if he didn't hear her and brought her straight back to the private room. The glass table was filled with beer bottles at this time, and the other four young people were more or less drunk from drinking too much.

"Jason, you bastard, the last bottle is mine!" Ivanka opened her blurry eyes and reached out to grab the beer bottle that Jason had already brought to her mouth, but she was quickly stopped by Adriaan.

"It's already very late, guys. I don't think you usually go home too late, right?" He said. "I'll send Ivanka back now, you guys go back early too."

"Why don't I send her back, Eide?" Stann rolled his eyes and suddenly jumped up.

"No, Stann, don't think that I don't know what you're thinking." Adriaan said bluntly. "Don't think that when Ivanka drunkenly asked me to dance with her, I didn't hear what you said — 'She has never drunk so much before, this may be an opportunity', right?"

"I just … I just … I didn't mean anything else …" Stann stammered, looking embarrassed, while Linda and Emily next to him snickered.

"Maybe you're the one thinking about something bad." Jason then helped Stann out of his predicament, and Stann immediately pretended to be righteous. "That's right, maybe you're the one thinking that."

"Don't guess me with your petty thoughts, guys. I've already called the bodyguards, and one of them will drive over to send her back." Adriaan shrugged. "That's it then, I'm leaving. It was nice meeting you guys. Come to Los Angeles when you're free, it's my treat."

Amidst their laughter, Adriaan carried Ivanka out. Although she kept shouting "let go of me", "I can walk by myself", and "I haven't had enough fun", he turned a deaf ear.

Outside the nightclub, the cold wind blew, and they couldn't help but feel refreshed. Not only did Adriaan feel much better, but Ivanka also became much more sober.

"Send Miss Ivanka back to No. 192 68th Street." After the car stopped in front of them, Adriaan opened the door and put Ivanka inside while speaking to the bodyguard who was driving.

Unexpectedly, Ivanka grabbed his clothes tightly and refused to let go.

"Let go, Ivanka, I'll get someone to send you back," Adriaan said after pulling her a few times to no avail.

"Why should I let go? I just shouted so many times for you to let go of me, but you turned a deaf ear, and now you want me to let go? "Ivanka giggled somewhat nervously. She did drink a little too much tonight.

Then, she clamped her legs on Adriaan's thigh and asked in a proud tone, "If I yell 'help' now, why don't you guess what kind of news will there be tomorrow?"

Although it was already ten o 'clock, there were still a lot of pedestrians on the street. Adriaan stood at the door of the car with half of his body in the car, and a pair of long legs of a woman below him. This scene didn't look good no matter how you looked at it.

"Your father will be humiliated because of this." Adriaan said in a low voice and followed her into the car. After closing the door, he signaled the bodyguard to drive.

"Sure enough, you're an annoying guy." Ivanka rolled her eyes and said loudly. Then, she sat up and hit the seat in front of her, "I'm not going back to No. 68 Street! I'm going to Seventh Street! Do you understand? Send me to No. 67 Seventh Street! I have a small apartment there. I want to go back to my own apartment, my own apartment! Not my father's house! "

"Okay, okay, let's go to your apartment." Adriaan shook his head and gestured to the bodyguard.

Seventh Street wasn't far, and it took about ten minutes to get there. Ivanka managed to keep quiet along the way. She leaned on the seat dizzily, and the cold wind from before only made her a little more awake. After another round of tossing and turning, Adriaan finally helped her to take the elevator to Ivanka's apartment on the fifteenth floor.

"That's it. You can handle the rest yourself. I'm leaving." After putting the girl on the sofa, Adriaan said so after letting out a long breath.

Ivanka didn't say anything. She sat there crookedly. Her hair was messy, her face was red, and her eyes were misty. She looked drunk and didn't know what to do. Adriaan shrugged and didn't wait for her to answer. He went straight to the bathroom to relieve himself. He then washed his hands and rubbed his cheeks with cold water. Then, he moved his fingers to savor the aftertaste for a few minutes before leaving the bathroom.

After returning to the living room, he was stunned again. He didn't know when Ivanka ran to the small round table in front of the kitchen and sat down. She even poured a glass of wine for herself. She tilted her head back and drank it in one gulp before giggling. Looking at the bottle, it seemed to be … brandy?

"Enough, you can't drink anymore, Ivanka." Adriaan shook his head slightly and walked over to stop the girl who wanted to pour another glass.

"Go away. Who do you think you are?" Ivanka pushed him impatiently and reached out to snatch the bottle back.

"You've drunk enough tonight, Ivanka. Linda and the others said that you've never drunk so much wine before. Your father also said that you're a girl who knows how to control yourself." Adriaan let her snatch it. "Moreover, this kind of strong wine doesn't suit you. Your father doesn't drink it either, right?"

"He doesn't drink it because he drank too much before!" Ivanka retorted loudly. Her blurry eyes seemed to be very angry. "What kind of wine do you think is suitable for me to drink? Beer? Or champagne? Oh, to hell with you, Adriaan. Do you know what I hate the most about you? You always put on a self-righteous face, as if whatever you think is what must be! Who do you think you are! "

She stood up and staggered a few steps. She leaned on the sofa's armrest and glared at him. "I rarely drink so much wine. Oh, to be precise, it should be the first time I've drunk so much wine, so I want to taste the brandy. What's wrong with that? If I don't want to drink it, why would I put a bottle in my apartment? "

Speaking of this, she tilted her head and thought for a moment. Then she waved her hand dully. "Of course, I drank too much before. My taste is a little numb. I drank too fast and didn't taste it carefully."

Adriaan sighed and put the bottle back in the cupboard. "Well, Ivanka, stop here. You're a little too indulgent. Go back to the bedroom and have a good sleep. When you wake up tomorrow, you'll know how ridiculous what you've done tonight is. You're not you when you're drunk. You're you when you're sober. "

"Wow, wow, wow. You're really skilled at using the word 'you'." Ivanka shouted in an exaggerated tone. "Look, what did I just say? Now I'm doing it again! Look! "

"I'm leaving. Good night." Adriaan didn't care at all. He walked straight past her and went to the door.

At this moment, Ivanka suddenly jumped up and pushed him hard. Adriaan didn't notice it and was pushed back a few steps by the force. Finally, he sat on the long sofa.

Ivanka stared at him fiercely and suddenly giggled nervously. "You have no idea what will happen if I indulge, Adriaan!"

Adriaan spread out his hands and was about to speak, but he was interrupted by Ivanka's words. "Do you want to f * ck me, Adriaan?"

"Sorry, I think you might be a little …" After being stunned for a while, Adriaan made a gesture.

"Answer me, Adriaan. Do you want to f * ck me?" Ivanka leaned down slightly and looked at him with a provocative gaze. Her drunken eyes seemed to be burning with something.

"That's not a good question, Ivanka." Adriaan replied calmly.

"Really?" Ivanka chuckled again. Then, she straightened her body, licked her lips with her little tongue, and took off her coat.

"You're a playboy, Adriaan." She looked at him without blinking, and as she spoke, she slowly reached her hand behind her back. "A famous playboy, but now you don't even dare to admit this?"

The top immediately fell off, and the pair of breasts wrapped in the bra suddenly jumped up and shook a few times. The deep ditch in the middle was unusually attractive. Adriaan pursed his lips without saying a word, but his eyes were unceremoniously placed on the pair of softness. Ivanka's twin peaks may not be comparable to Monica's and Zeta Jones's, but they were definitely bigger than Kate's and Charlize's, which was rare at her age.

Ivanka's smile was even more proud, as if something was controlling her, allowing her to do these things in front of Adriaan. Then, the bra also fell off, and the breasts jumped a few times without any obstruction. The bright red buds also grew rapidly in the cold air. Ivanka, who felt all this, couldn't help but take a deep breath and let out a faint moan with a strong sense of provocation.

"Tell me, Adriaan, have you ever thought of f * cking me?" Her face was full of excitement, and her accelerated breathing made her chest rise and fall more and more. Her eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes crazy.

Adriaan still didn't answer. He just sat there quietly and continued to let his eyes stay on the two growing bright red spots.

The madness brought by alcohol had completely occupied Ivanka's body. She suddenly sat down on the coffee table in front of Adriaan, slowly rolled up the hem of her dress, and then spread her legs, revealing her pink underwear.

"I'm still … a virgin!" She gasped for air.

"Do you know?" Adriaan spoke in a low voice, and his eyes finally moved to her face. "I never refuse a woman's request, Yini."

After that, without giving her a chance to think, he pulled her into his arms, and then unceremoniously buried his head in the pair of breasts, opening his mouth to bite one of them.

Ivanka suddenly screamed, which made her more or less sober from the previous madness. A feeling of shame and embarrassment surged in her heart, making her want to push Adriaan away. However, the numbness from her chest quickly climbed over her body, making her weak and confused again. The slight struggle was more like she wanted to resist.

What's more, one of Adriaan's hands had already penetrated her skirt along her thighs, and the other hand was wandering around her body, bringing bursts of electric current that made her even more unable to resist. Therefore, when Adriaan kissed her lips, Ivanka did not hesitate to entangle with him, and then when he stood up with her in his arms, she took the initiative to clamp her legs around his waist.

Maintaining this posture, the two of them walked into the bedroom affectionately. Following that, sounds of pain, crying, screaming, moaning, and gasping could be heard continuously.