Chapter 150


    It turned out this auntie of mine, who never kept in touch, would actually hook me up with such a


    gorgeousdy who was way prettier than any of my ex–girlfriends. She was petite but perfect in every


    aspect.


    At the cinema


    Randal reached over and touched Allison’s leg


    Allison flinched. “Mr. Randal, control yourself!”


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    “Huh? But you’re my girlfriend, what’s the harm?”


    “Mr. Randal, I’m just here ‘cause Margo asked me to”


    “My aunt said you’re my girlfriend. I might not be good at much, but I sure as hell know how to treat a


    girlfriend right. You’ll see when the movie’s over, haha.”


    He suddenly leaned in closer, but Allison backed away, “Randal, keep it up and I’m calling security”


    “Ainght, alright Allison. We’re just gonna enjoy the movie.” Even so, he still managed to sneak a feel


    After the movie, Randal asked Allison to meet his friends.


    “Allison, my pals are waiting for us. You wouldn’t leave me hanging, would you?”


    Allison reluctantly suggested, “Let’s just hit the Red Jack Club. You said you were meeting friends


    there, right? I have a membership, so we can book a private room there. Plus, we get a discount.”


    Randal, seeing her agree, smiled, “Great, Red Jack Club it is.” He immediately called his buddies.


    Allison walked into the Red Jack Club. This was her workce, so she felt more at ease dealing with


    anything Randal might pull.


    Room 402


    It was a mess inside, with cigarette butts everywhere. Some folks looked like thugs, including a few


    scantily d girls with tattoos and dyed hair. A woman in a tight red dress eyed Allison, “Ah, Randal, is


    this your new gal?”


    Allison replied, “No”


    Randal said, “She’s just shy. My rtive set us up. Not bad, right?”


    “Randal, you sure have good taste.”


    “Of course she’s a stunner!”


    The room was thick with smoke. The strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes gave Allison a headache


    and she was finding it hard to breathe. She was thinking of stepping out for some fresh air when


    Randal’s hand sneaked around her waist. “Don’t leave, sweetheart.”


    Allison frowned and said disgustedly. “Let go.”


    As Randal tried to get closer. Allison stepped on his foot and slipped away. “I only agreed toe,


    Randal. Pull that again, and I’m calling the cops!”


    “Oh, she’s pissed.”


    A few people started to hoot.


    Then a woman’s moan broke through the noise.


    Allison looked over. A tattooed man and the woman in the red dress were getting it on right on the


    couch. The crowd started to cheer and Allison felt sick to her


    stomach


    Without another word, Allison grabbed her bag and tried to leave. However, Randal seized her bag and


    threw it on the floor. “Who said you could leave?”


    He popped a beer and grabbed Allison by the hair and she winced in pain. Then Randal forced the


    beer down her throat.


    “My aunt said you’re my woman now. You should do as I say. Drink up and then let’s get cozy.”


    Allison fought back, and beer sshed all over her face. Some of it got into her throat and she started


    coughing violently.


    Suddenly, the tattooed man lifted the woman in the red dress. “Randal, we’ll clear out and give you


    some space with yourdy!”