His Devious Rule

A cold ran down Alvin\'s spine as soon as Anya held his shoulders. He managed to block her knee at the breaking point. A bolting shock and the pain from his palm buzzed his ears. He could feel his heart beating rapidly.

He couldn\'t even imagine what would have happened if he hadn\'t reacted soon enough. He gritted his teeth but recalled she was drunk.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Should he thank himself for saving himself from the great misery? Oh yeah, he was grateful to himself more than anybody ever could be.

He fathomed that handling the drunk Anya was no small game.

Anya dusted her hands as she stepped back from Alvin. She looked at his hand at his crotch and tried to focus her eyes on his face to see him in pain.

She could only see he was closing his eyes and assumed he was in extreme pain and he wouldn\'t dare to do anything to her.

Alvin said through his teeth as he opened his eyes, "Anya Owen…" He breathed slowly but snapped at her, "Go, find your wine yourself." She almost made him… Ugh, he didn\'t want to even think of it.

Anya was the least bit scared of his annoyance or intimidating tone. She scoffed, "You aren\'t the only waiter here." Then she looked around searching for the door and went towards it.

Waiter Alvin: "…"

He tried to ignore that she called him a waiter but gritted his teeth. He couldn\'t believe she didn\'t recognize him and he hated that. He cared about nobody\'s recognition but hers.

He strode her and caught her hand. Before she could attack him, he threw her on his broad shoulder.

He expected some strong punches but he heard her screams. "The waiter is kidnapping me…"

Alvin felt like she was finally behaving like a girl who is drunk. Instead of Officer Owen being drunk.

He entered his bedroom which was empty. He was itching to throw her on the bed but ended up laying her down.

Anya found her chance to handle her kidnapper. She rolled him on the bed and sat on top of him. "I will make sure you count the bars in the prison every day." She scoffed.

Alvin: "..."

Why was his Little Donut behind his life today?

He saw her lift her little fist high, he caught it before a fierce punch could land on his handsome face. He caught another hand and wrestled against her.

"Goofball…" His words fell on deaf ears.

Alvin rolled her down and pinned her hands above her head. He made sure her legs couldn\'t put his manhood at risk and glared at her Steely gray eyes that refused to give up.

Unable to move her hands, Anya warned, "Kidnapper, don\'t you dare touch me. Get off of me…"

Being promoted from waiter to kidnapper, Alvin glared at the woman on his bed. "Little Donut…" He snapped at Anya who was hurting her body by wrestling with him.

Anya paused and blinked her eyes repeatedly. Her head slowly tilted to the side watching the handsome face. She murmured, "Little Donut!!?"

Her eyes glinted brightly when she recalled who always addresses her that way, "Alvin…" She flashed him a smile full of admiration as though he came to save her from the kidnapper.

Alvin: "..."

Why did he feel like she was actually too easy to fool? \'Little Donut\' was all she needed.

Her eyes filled up and her lips curled down as if she was bursting into tears any second, "Alvin, somebody kidnapped me and tied me up." She glanced at her hands she couldn\'t move.

Alvin: "..."

The feisty woman turned into a damsel in distress just like that. Despite knowing his bones were unsafe, he wasn\'t able to see her sulking. He let go of her hands which had faint redness due to her struggle against him.

Anya pouted and hugged him with all her limbs. She started sniffling like she was frightened by the kidnap just a few seconds ago.

Alvin: "..."

One who should be frightened and sniffling must be him, right? He felt like he was going to lose his mind at this rate.

He tried to leave her on the bed but she refused to unwrap her limbs. He rolled on his back as he gathered all the patience in his world and asked, "Little Donut, why were you looking for wine?" He needs to find out if Loudmouth purposefully made her drunk, to get him killed.

Anya hazily responded, while her eyes were drooping due to sleepiness. "To celebrate Krystie\'s happiness."

Loudmouth\'s happiness? Alvin roughly guessed it could be about Krystle and Linus. Although he wasn\'t sure how serious they were about each other, Krystle\'s parents wouldn\'t accept a man who has no income but was a full-time social worker.

Alvin\'s attention shifted to Anya who lifted her head and looked at him dreamily. "Alvin…" His name came like a euphonious melody from her lips. He couldn\'t help but anticipate her next words, brushing off Linus\'s coming trouble from his mind.

Her fingers slowly glided over his face as though confirming he was real. She smiled with her eyes and dimples peeked on her cheeks. Her relief and delight were evident on her face. "I won\'t let go of you…" There was a promise in her words.

If those words from his mouth sound like his autocracy, the same words were heartwarming listening from her. The thought of losing her was slowly but surely fading away from his heart.

"Goofball." Yet there was a breathtaking smile on his face.

Her eyes fixed on his smile, and her fingers sensuously grazed over his lips, making him freeze. Licking her lips, she dipped her head finding his lips delicious.

Alvin was quick to evade her. She was drunk and he wasn\'t, "Little Do…" Her lips latched on his lips.

Alvin: "...."

He couldn\'t believe she was knocked out without completing what she started. As if everything was his imagination, for the rest of the night, she was curled in his arms like a kitten seeking his warmth.

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Meanwhile in Linus\'s room,

Krystle was leaning on Linus who was checking some emails from vendors on his laptop. She knew Anya meant her words even when she was drunk. So Krystle was thinking of asking Linus out.

For odd reasons, she was afraid she might end up creating distance between them. However, she didn\'t want them to continue their nameless relationship when she started to grow feelings for him.

So the night was going to make them or break them, "Linus…"

Linus heard the hesitation in Hotheaded\'s voice.  She was excited and laughing after leaving drunk Anya with Alvin. Pondering what happened, he wrapped his arm around her slinky waist and pulled her to sit, facing him, "What\'s wrong?"

"Err-" If she was planning a long-term relationship with him, she didn\'t want to hide anything from him either. So she awkwardly revealed, not really comfortable sharing her and her best friend\'s secrets.

"Annie wanted to know the reason behind Alvin\'s departure from the country. Then I got to know from Ean Watson\'s cousin that Annie\'s name was included. So to have a clear picture of it, I approached you because of Annie."

Linus shifted in his position, his expression slowly changing because he could guess where the conversation was heading too. He hoped he was wrong.

​ Krystle assumed Linus was displeased about it, looking at his reaction. She quickly justified, "But the time I spent with you has nothing to do with that motive."

Linus nodded in response as though it was painful to react to anything. He looked away as he closed his laptop and kept it aside. First time giving no attention to the speaker who was talking with him.

He got off the bed, indifferently saying, "I understand." He uneasily checked his wristwatch as he continued, "It\'s late. You should sleep."

Krystle could see Linus was trying to stop her. She could see his discomfort in his words, expressions, and even his body language.

A thought of taking more time but it would be stalling. She would ask him again and he would be uncomfortable again. So she stopped him, "I am not done… yet." Her words came out like a plea, completely opposite to her boldness.

Linus breathed as he turned to face Krystle. His expression was grim, mentally prepared to give her a response.

Krystel didn\'t beat around the bush, "I like you. I was thinking if we could date…"

Linus interjected before she could even complete her words. His words were sharp and distant, "Well, I could only say, thank you. You are amazing too. But I don\'t commit, Krystle. I am sorry." He turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Krystle alone.

Krystle swore she wasn\'t going to feel bad or cry at the rejection. But as soon as he stepped out, a tear rolled down her cheek.

A mocking smile appeared on her face. They started everything with \'no strings attached,\' she felt like a fool for falling for him.

Breathing long and deep, she laid down to sleep before recalling it was Linus\'s room. She didn\'t feel right staying in his room. She had the urge to leave the roof where he was at. Not because she started hating him after rejection, she felt suffocated.

However, her best friend was more important than him. She got off the bed, grabbed her clothes, bag, and mobile, and went to Anya\'s room.

She found the room cold without Anya. She managed to toss and turn, forcing Linus out of her mind, yet thought of him, when she finally dozed off.