You Are Smothering Me, Handsome

City Z The bar was bustling and clamorous. People were drinking and dancing to the music, decadent but happy. At the bar counter, Serina Norris shouted against the blare, wasted, "Keep drinking! The hell with the childhood sweetheart! The hell with his fiancé! Screw them unfaithful bastards!" She took another swig. Ernest Brisco, who was sitting beside her, put an arm on her shoulder and blustered, "It's fine, Serina. We're married. I've got you, bro! No, no, darling! We will screw them together!" Serina burst out laughing but then said something that hurt Ernest's feelings, "Sammy, you said you wanted to marry me when you were eight years old! Do you know you will get punished if you lie too much?" Ernest picked up her hand and shook it. "Are you drunk? I'm not Sammy. I'm Ernest! I'm your husband now! We just got married in city hall. Have you forgotten?" She rubbed her eyes. "Oh, right. You are Ernie." "Don't call me that. Call me 'darling', understand? Tomorrow! Tomorrow, I'll take you to those sons of bitches and throw our marriage license in their faces!" "Perfect!" She slammed the table abruptly. Ernest wanted to say something else, but the phone in his pocket rang. On the screen it showed "Great Demon King". "Hang on. I have to take this." His fingers trembling, he finally tapped the answer button after a few tries. "Hello, Uncle Derek. I've got great news. I'm married!" "Ernest, are you drinking?" A husky voice came from the phone. "I can't deal with you now. Did you take my freaking card? Quickly return it to me!" "What card?" Ernest replied in a daze. "Drunk already? Where are you?" "Where I am?" Ernest couldn't think straight. The bartender noticed they were both crocked and was worried they might cause trouble, so he quickly spoke to Ernest's phone, "Sir, this is September Bar." Ernest simpered, "Did you hear that? I am at September Bar!" The call ended. Ernest put his phone on the bar counter and continued to drink with Serina. Twenty minutes later, several black Rolls-Royce cars stopped outside the Bar. The waiter at the entrance quickly came to open the car door, and a slender tall figure got out of the car. Derek Maynard, the president of the Saint Group, was also the future successor of the conglomerate. In China, the Saint Group was extremely influential, and Derek had taken the top spots on many rich lists. He's the richest man in the world! Many people believed this man was omnipotent. He was wearing a grey coat which brought out his lean figure. His handsome face was without flaws, beckoning people to admire it. His deep eyes could see through souls, and one glance was all it took to remember them forever. The moment this god figure entered the bar, all eyes were on him. Women were turned on instantly, but none of them dared to make a move because of his cold vibe. One of the bodyguards first noticed Ernest at the bar counter and said, "Mr. Derek, there's Mr. Ernest." Derek walked towards Ernest and found him lying there like a corpse. Beside Ernest, a girl was drinking with her back to him. Derek frowned and gave his bodyguards a look. Two bodyguards quickly seized Ernest by his arms and heaved him. The drunkard was then taken away in a daze. Serina noticed Ernest had disappeared and quickly looked around. When she turned around, she saw Derek in a coat. Her slightly narrowed eyes instantly widened. She couldn't believe such a dreamboat existed! His brows were thick, and his eyes were deep and starry, as if she could have just free-fallen in them. His sculptured face was like a work of art, perfect and elegant. "You there! Stop!" She stumbled down from the bar with a goblet in her hand. Derek looked at her, and his indifferent eyes focused on the girl that staggered towards him. Her face was all he could see. Something awoke in his dark eyes. He just stood there and watched her approaching. Suddenly, Serina lost her footing and threw herself at him. "So, handsome, how about we have a nice night to ourselves?" As she spoke, she patted his face with one hand. All of Derek's bodyguards sighed and looked down with their hands behind their backs. That chick just touched their boss' cheek! Did she have a death wish? Something terrible was about to happen! One bodyguard was bold enough to pull Serina, but Derek looked daggers at him. So, he quickly retreated. "What? You don't want to come? Let me tell you, I didn't even agree to sleep with Ernest tonight after we just got married!" Serina simpered. "Don't you know Ernest? He is a star! All the women in the world want to sleep with him! But now he's ... my husband." "You said Ernest was your husband?" Derek frowned harder. His deep voice sounded like a bellow from hell. "That's right! We got hitched in city hall!" She squinted up at him, her rosy cheeks adorable. "You don't believe me? Let me show you the license!" As she spoke, she fumbled around her pockets with one hand and fished out a small red book from her butt pocket. "Here you go!" Then she smiled, “But it doesn’t matter. I’ll divorce him tomorrow. He’s just my best friend. Will you sleep with me now?” He took it and opened it! But... What did it say? Derek Maynard and Serina Norris! There was no Ernest, but one Derek! A smile touched his lips. His careless nephew had married him to his best friend. Now that girl was the brat's aunt! "Now you must believe me." Serina simpered and took a sip of red wine. Then, to his surprise, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his lips, invading his mouth with her wine-flavored hot tongue. It felt soft, divine, sweet, and intoxicating. He wrapped his hand around her waist and brought her closer, fanning the sparks into a fire. However, she quickly let go of his lips and beamed at him. She lifted his chin with one finger and teased, "How was it? Are you coming with me or not?" A sinister smile bloomed on his stony face. "Are you really that hungry for my service?" She extended a finger and waved it. "Not yours! Mine." The chick got balls! Intriguing. He picked her up and carried her into his Rolls-Royce in front of everyone. "The Crystal Palace," he ordered. The professional driver quickly started the car. She rested her head on his shoulder and grabbed his collar in a daze, asking, "What? We are at a hotel already? Then what are you waiting for? Let's begin." As she spoke, she went for his buttons. Her breath of alcohol approaching, Derek frowned and took her hands, killing her mood, "Not here." "No? You can't? Do you have ED?" He felt his entire body tighten. Was this woman drunk or not? He hastily dropped her hands and said, "You'll find out in a moment!" "I want to know now!" You naughty bird! Her blushing cheeks and misty eyes added to her s****l charm. "Drive faster!" He roared to the driver. She bumped onto Derek's chest when the driver hit the accelerator. The Crystal Palace Before the car was stable, Derek carried her out and sprinted towards his bedroom. All the servants drooped their heads. This was the first time Derek had brought back a woman, a drunken one, no less! How bizarre! In the luxurious round bed, Derek laid Serina flat and wanted to adjust his breathing, but she grabbed his tie with a jerk. "Don't leave. Didn't you agree to make love to me?" He nipped her chin and lifted it. Her face was dainty in the size of a palm, slightly plump and super cute. Her long eyelashes cast a shadow against the light. "Who do you want?" His husky voice came. She opened her eyes slightly and scolded, "i***t! Of course it is you. We are married, for God's sake. You don't want me? Don't make me sue you!" He raised her jaw and approached her face. "Are you sure you want to do this?"