CHAPTER 96: COMFORTING SEAN?

At the same time, in the White Lush Club, in one of the private rooms, Sean sat on the couch, his hands covering his face as he thought about everything that transpired in his very own club, where he was supposed to rule.

The more he thought about it, the more hatred he was filled with and...

"I’ll kill that bitch," Sean murmured under his breath.

"She is the one behind it. I can’t prove it, but I know it. There is no way there could be so many similarities in the things they said and the timing of everything," Sean murmured again.

Andrew, who had been busy making calls on behalf of him and connecting with the underworld to find out who was the name behind Nocturnal Hunters and if he could directly connect with them, turned to Sean.

"What are you talking about?" he asked casually, not having heard him properly.

Sean looked up, his eyes bloodshot from anger and humiliation.

"Your bitch. It’s that Elara’s doing," Sean gritted through his teeth, hatred practically running in his veins.

Andrew’s brows narrowed immediately, and his own anger surged up.

"Watch your mouth, Sean. Elara is still my wife, and I won’t tolerate any wrong word about her," Andrew said casually, thinking Sean was just taking out his frustration, just like always.

Sean scoffed.

"And she is the one who did it!" He snapped before standing from his place.

"Where are you going?" Andrew asked when he saw the man picking up his coat and car keys.

Sean jerked his hand away from Andrew’s grip before glaring at the man.

"I am going to look for that bitch and make her pay for all this. Did you know what your wife said to me today? She called me a dog, Beatrice’s loyal dog. And what did those men from Nocturnal Hunters call me? They called me a dog who pokes his nose in everyone’s business. They made me bark!" Sean raised his voice at Andrew.

"Either she is one of them, or she hired them. I’ll find it directly from her mouth," Sean said before he pulled out Andrew’s gun from his pocket, reloaded it, and placed it in his pocket.

"I’ll probably need this," he added.

Andrew’s pupils dilated when he saw his friend taking his gun.

"Have you lost your mind? Do you think a person like Elara can have connections in the underworld?" Andrew asked.

Sean couldn’t help but shake his head at the irony of the sentence.

"A woman like Elara wasn’t supposed to have any connection with George or Candice either, or how can we forget Daniel Macros? Open your eyes, Andrew. She is the most cunning bitch around us, and we have been sitting blind on it," Sean said.

Andrew grabbed Sean’s hand and pushed the man back, making him stumble and fall back on the couch.

Sean looked at his friend in disbelief.

"You are not going anywhere near Elara, not when you are this angry. You can’t just take action on your speculation without any proof," Andrew reasoned with Sean.

The man, who was already seething in anger, chuckled humorlessly.

"Stop with these excuses, Andrew. Even a fool can tell you are trying to protect her. But what I don’t understand is why. If it had been previous times, you wouldn’t have made a sound even if I had kicked her down. What changes suddenly?" Sean asked.

Andrew opened his mouth to explain that nothing had changed. He just thought it wasn’t right until they didn’t have any proof. Besides, he firmly believed Elara would never do something like this.

But before he could say anything, Sean clapped his hands.

The man stood from the couch and grabbed Andrew by the collar.

"You know what? I have never met a double-faced person like you. So now you are suddenly worried about Elara? Worried that I’ll hurt her?" Sean stood face-to-face with Andrew, sizing up the man, his eyes full of malice and barely suppressed anger.

"Mind you, you were the one who always hurt her the most. Do you think this will make her stop divorcing you? Dream on," Sean said before he walked to the exit.

"I’ll go to her once I find the evidence for sure," Sean said.

He got into the car and drove aimlessly until he thought of the one person who could help him calm down.

Without wasting time, he went to Beatrice’s new location.

He rang the doorbell as soon as he reached there.

"Sean?" Beatrice asked, confused.

She took in his appearance, his haggard form, like he had been beaten up mentally, and the entire world’s problems had landed on his shoulders.

"What happened?" She asked, wide-eyed, when he stepped forward and hugged her.

The girl took a deep, shaky breath before looking behind him. Once she was sure there was no one, she gently lifted her hands and placed them on his back, pulling him closer.

Her heart skipped a beat when she felt his warmth.

"I need your comfort, Beatrice. I know you love Andrew and don’t feel anything for me, but you know what I feel for you. Can I stay for some time? It feels like the world is closing in on me. So much has happened—" Sean started.

"Come inside first," Beatrice said and pulled him to the couch.

She walked to the door and locked it promptly before turning to look at the man, who had leisurely removed his tie and was relaxing on the couch.

Sean was a handsome man himself, one of the hottest she had encountered after Andrew, and it wouldn’t be wrong to say that, as a girl, she was attracted to him, too.

But there was no way she was going to make a move on him. She shook her head to remove those unholy thoughts.

"So, what has been bothering you? What exactly happened?" Beatrice asked as she pulled out a bottle of alcohol and poured the drink into two glasses before extending her hand to offer one glass to Sean, which he readily took.

But he didn’t just take the glass.

Sean held her hand and pulled her close, making her stumble on his chest, her legs on either side of his legs as she sat directly on his crotch.

"Sean!" Beatrice raised her voice in horror.

But rather than letting her go, he placed the glass of alcohol to her lips.

Beatrice took a sip of alcohol, and then Sean took a sip of alcohol from the same glass before he kissed her hard, pushing the liquid in her mouth.

Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her close, making her womanhood rub on his crotch.

Beatrice hadn’t been expecting any guests, and thus, she wasn’t wearing a panty under the nightgown. Therefore, as soon as she sat, her nightgown rode up, and she could feel the tent right under her womanhood.

She knew it was wrong. But... the frustration building inside her because of Elara and the heat she had been feeling for not having sex for so long was starting to get to her, and thus, she did one thing she didn’t want to.

"Let’s trade. I’ll give you a blowjob, and in return, you make me cum thrice. Eat my pussy, I don’t care how you do it. No real sex, and the words can’t go out. This is the only way I’ll forgive you for this kiss," Beatrice said with a glare, and the man under her smirked.

"Deal," he said.