She Became Rich After Divorce by Georgina Lane

Chapter 199: The Promiscuous Woman Reece, with a swollen face and bruised nose, stormed out of the private room in search of Cheyenne. He muttered curses under his breath about Kate being “ruthless”. The dance floor had changed since he last saw it. The previous performers had left, replaced by three sexy pole dancers who were receiving thunderous applause. The bar had never been this lively in its three-year history. People crowded around to watch the show and took out their phones to capture the moment.

A group of young men nearby spoke, "That girl has an amazing figure. I want to see more." "Her curves are better than any model's," another said. "I wonder how much she charges for a night?" "Don't even think about it," one warned. "She doesn't look like someone you can mess with." In the corner of the bar sat a man dressed in black suit, staring coldly at everyone around him while sipping on his whiskey on ice without taking a single sip from it.

His stern demeanor and handsface attracted several women who tried to catch his attention but failed miserably as he remained focused on something else entirely.

Meanwhile, Cheyenne was competing against two other dancers on stage while drinking salcohol which made her cheeks flush red with excitement and her eyes sparkle seductively.

Her body twisted sensually like that of a snake as she moved gracefully across the stage wearing nothing but black suspenders that hugged her curves tightly making them shine bright white under the lights.

"That damn woman is always causing trouble!" Kelvin thought angrily as he slammed down his glass before walking towards Cheyenne. Cheyenne had just warmed up, and she had a bet going with the bar owner. If she could out-dance the other two dancers tonight, all the expenses for the private room would be on the house. Plus, a bit of dancing helped clear her head as she was somewhat tipsy.

However, just as she was really getting into the groove, a big hand suddenly grabbed her shoulder and lifted her up without warning. "Kelvin! What are you doing? Letgo!" She struggled against him but couldn't break free from his grip as Kelvin dragged her away from everyone else towards an exit door.

The sudden turn of events didn't sit well with the surrounding audience. The beautiful dancer's performance was abruptly interrupted, and a few people in the crowd were inclined to step in and help. However, Kelvin's intimidating gaze quickly discouraged them.

That man's gaze was truly terrifying.

Not a guy to mess with.

"Kelvin... Why do you care so much?" Cheyenne asked, struggling. Kelvin furrowed his brows in annoyance and placed a large hand firmly on her soft butt, saying in a deep voice, “Be good." Mm... Cheyenne couldn't help but feel that her reputation was utterly ruined.

'I was actually publicly slapped on the butt by this jerk of a man.” She bit into his shoulder, but unfortunately this guy had strong and thick shoulders, and was wearing a jacket.

The bite didn't cause him any pain, but Cheyenne accidentally hit her own chin and screamed in pain.

The flickering lights cast a hazy and ever-changing glow, as Kelvin's lips curved into a smile and his long, thick lashes concealed the amusement in his eyes.

He carried Cheyenne out of the bar with big steps.

At the entrance, where the night breeze was slightly cool, the man finally decided to set her free. Cheyenne, now liberated, turned to make a run for it but was abruptly stopped as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

The expression on his face was extremely gloomy, "What are you running for?" Cheyenne gave him a cold stare and replied in a flat tone, "Why? You pervert! You actually hit me... my... my..." She really can't say the last word.

It was too embarrassing.

She was spanked by a man.

Kelvin seemed to still feel the softness, and his mind began to wander. He quickly coughed to correct this thought.

"That's to make you behave well. Ahem... Wait forhere, I'll go get the car." "Why should I wait for you?" Upon hearing this, his face contorted with displeasure, and his lips tightened slightly. "If you don't behave," he said, "I'll tie you to a lamppost with a belt. Do you believe me?" "You're a sicko!" A mixture of embarrassment and frustration washed over Cheyenne's face as she thought that he tied her when they had sex.

"Full of dirty thoughts." "Hypocrite!" The man was momentarily stunned and ignored her, lifting his foot and walking towards the garage.

For sreason, Cheyenne chose to obediently stand at the door and wait for him. It was probably because she was truly afraid that he would tie her to a telephone pole.

She was alone and very eye-catching, which quickly attracted the attention of a few hooligans.

"Hey, hottie," the man said as he stumbled up, holding half a bottle of beer.

Stretching out his greasy hand, he tried to pull Cheyenne and said with a drunken breath, "Hey pretty lady, do you want to have a drink with me?" As the bottle was handed over, the man's hand casually rested on Cheyenne's shoulder. She glanced coldly at his hand.

One of her hands tightened around the bottle, ready to strike. Suddenly, another large hand grabbed the drunkard's hand and a chilly voice reached her ear.

"You want to die? Touch her again and you'll regret it.” Kelvin yanked the man towards him and punched him in the face. Blood immediately flowed from his nose as he ran away in fear.

Kelvin then looked at Cheyenne's revealing outfit. What could it possibly cover up? The dim red light from behind them cast a soft glow on her fair skin and accentuated her curvy figure. He had noticed how alluring she was when they were dancing earlier.

But Kelvin felt extremely uncomfortable knowing that so many men had seen her sexy side. And Anch those vulgar comments stift echoed in his ears. "Cheyenne, if your grandfather saw you like this now, he would be heartbroken," he said calmly but she felt like a prickly rose - not only beautiful but painful to touch.

"I don't need you remindingof that, Mr. Foley. In fact, my grandfather knew I went clubbing ve tonight. He understands young people very well. And what does it have to do with you?" she retorted sharply.

"What are you doing here anyway? Are you trying to seek justice for your crush Miss Berry? Kveld you not to mess with me. I don't start trouble but I'm not afraid of it either; one comes atand I'll take care of them." "Every tAbbie was mentioned, Cheyenne becdefensive like a hedgehog protecting itself from harm... Wasn't that just prejudice?" Kelvin thought.

Cheyenne didn't want to waste any more tlingering here; she was tired and should have just gone hearlier...

"Stop right there!" "She's about to leave after just a few words. Does she hateso much?' Kelvin thought.