Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 4

"Farah, where's your shawl?" Ask Austin slowly.

"Snaw?" Farah frowned and spontaneously hugged herself. "God... I forgot to put it back on! I took it off at the bar table".

Farah fell silent as she glared at Austin. "Oh my God, Farah! You better keep your head down! And pull your shirt back so that your cleavage isn't too flashy!"

Zac and Ben quietly followed to where Farah and Austin were. "This situation is not okay. Know it? The four of them were from the Dark Devil". Zac Whisper.

"Dark.... The devil? What do you mean the infamous mafia gang?" Ask Austin.

"Right" Zac said with a trembling body. "Said the owner of the club, the last time they came here, they killed someone!"

"What?!" Screeched Farah.

"Farah! Relax slightly! Act as if we don't see anything" Ben said. "As others do" Ben continued, glancing around.

"I hope they don't come here to seek warmth from a woman's embrace". Austin Timpal. "Oh my God, I'd be crazy to see your sister if it was like this, Zac!" Austin glanced at Zac who was observing the four large-bodied people.

The sound of footsteps came from outside, the two people who were at the front door shifted a few steps to the side. Soon a man appears who is believed to be the leader of the Dark Devil, Keith. Farah observed Keith's figure as the man passed through the doorway. Keith was tall, had a thin beard, his eyes were dark black so as to create a gripping impression when staring at his face.

Keith spread his gaze all over to see everyone. Farah unceasingly looked at that face, a wide forehead with hair that seemed a little curly and dangled on the forehead. Keith's aura was gripping but Farah caught a line of cynical smiles as the man stared at everyone and it made Farah shudder.

Keith then walked through the crowd who had been shaking his body on the dance floor. One by one people spontaneously stepped aside as Keith stepped up. Keith walked in followed by a young man. Farah tilted her head slightly to see the man but remained obstructed by Keith's size.

The man stepped steadily behind Keith towards a table. The visitors who were near the table then scattered until a thin smile on the lips of the man. Seen some glass bottles of liquor that are still full or empty, and gambling games through cards.

The man laughed as he put away everything on the table with a flick of his hand. Farah combed the man's appearance from behind. Men iu has a tall body almost as tall as Keith but a little shorter, every inch of the man's body looks sensual with muscular stocky printed clearly from behind the white shirt he wears. A black corduroy jacket hung on the side of his shoulder. His long legs are wrapped in sky blue jeans and equipped with a black loafers from a famous brand adorning his legs.

The man quickly pulled out a chair and sat himself facing Farah. Farah could finally see clearly the man's face. The stranger was very handsome, even too handsome. Marvelous. Only that word could Farah think of when she saw the man's face.

The sculpting on his face seemed to give rise to an arrogant yet at the same time gentle aura. The man's face was inversely proportional to Keith's gripping face, the man's face looked friendly and full of smiles. Somehow Farah's chest was hot as if she was very afraid but also looked on full of desire, just as Farah dreamed of a foreign figure appearing when He fell asleep.

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"I'm confused why you're so happy to visit this shit club. Look around you..." Ryan raised his wine glass to point to the rest of the visitors. "They're all lowly people".

Keith chuckled as he picked up the wine glass in Ryan's hand. "But you know, here's the dirtiest place in the region. Playing around here is quite fun" said Keith as he sipped wine to the toilet.

Visitor tensions have eased slightly since their arrival. Ryan sighed as he felt the center of attention. Wherever he is, with his near-perfect visuals, Ryan is always looked at with a dream. But in this place, Ryan felt that everyone was afraid of him. The fear was created because He came along with Keith whose reputation was already very bad.

"Are you interested in playing around for a while here?" ask Keith while looking around."I saw you glancing repeatedly at the brunettes sitting right there".

"I can't see anyone here? Right now I'm staring at you, Keith". Ryan is relaxed.

"Hahahhahaa" Keith's laughter echoed to the horror of the visitors. "She's a beautiful woman, but don't you see the size of her belly?".

Ryan then observes Farah who turns out to be staring at him too. Ryan smiled as he saw Farah quickly turn her face away perhaps embarrassed by being caught staring at her.

"If you want him, he's yours tonight" Keith said slowly.

Ryan was silent for a moment. Ryan is not a good guy. He had very often traveled with many women, but forcing a pregnant woman to serve him one night seemed to have never been on his mind. Ryan has a bad reputation, he can always get the woman he wants but is involved in a serious relationship can count no more than five fingers.

"I don't want to. What's so good about playing with a pregnant woman even if her face is beautiful?" Ryan chuckled.

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Zac who had been thinking hard was trying to find a way out in order to get Farah out of the club. The look on Zac's face clearly showed anxiety and fear. "Damn, this is beyond my expectations". Zac Whisper. "Farah needs to get out of here. But, how is it?". Zac rubbed his face in frustration.

"What if she shows her big belly? Who knew they were giving Farah relief." Ben gave advice.

"No.. No. gabe.. If that fails, Farah will attract their attention and it will be very bad!". Timpal Austin disagrees with Ben's advice.

Farah stroked the cloth pad from behind her dress, The young girl looked at Ryan who was looking at her fixedly.

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