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Chapter 4 You Are A Pervert!

The men began moving closer, dancing seductively around Allison. One leaned toward her until his face was almost close enough to kiss hers, while another crouched beside her legs, looking up at her with a charming smile.

"Would you like to dance with me?" he asked. "I've been waiting for you all evening, but you haven't even glanced at me."

Meanwhile, the third man moved behind her and leaned over the back of the couch. He placed his hands on her shoulders and began massaging them.

Allison froze, completely bewildered by the sudden attention. She turned toward Summer with wide eyes.

"What the hell is going on?"

Summer merely giggled, looking far too pleased with herself.

"You've been away from Manhattan for ten years, and you've managed to stay innocent all this time. You should have some fun for a change!" She nudged Allison playfully, her grin widening. "How long are you going to keep living like a nun?"

“I don’t want to,” Allison said firmly, turning to the man who had been hovering over her.

Summer stared at her in disbelief, clearly displeased by her decision. “Why? Just enjoy yourself for a little! Do you know how much I paid for these hotties?”

“No, I don’t want to.” Allison shook her head and reached for her bag. “Let’s go, Summer. I want to leave.”

Although Summer looked reluctant, she eventually gave in. With a dissatisfied sigh, she rose from the couch, and Allison followed her lead. The two of them had barely taken a step when the men hurried after them.

One of them caught Allison by the hand and tried to pull her back toward the couch. His grip was forceful enough to stop her, and before she could free herself, he was tugging her toward the seat again.

“Don’t leave yet. We haven’t even started. Just stay for five more minutes, sweetheart?”

“Please let go of me,” Allison insisted, struggling to pull her hand free.

Just as one of the men reached for her again, Allison's gaze swept across the club, and her breath caught.

Silas was walking right toward her.

The crowd seemed to part around him as he moved through the club, his tall frame clad in a tailored grey suit. A heavy coat rested over his shoulders. His face was cold, and his expression gave nothing away. His eyes were fixed on Allison as he walked straight toward her.

Allison stared at him in surprise.

The man holding her hand tried to call her attention back to him, but she wrenched her hand out of his grip. Before he could grab her again, Silas crossed the distance between them and stopped directly in front of her.

“What are you doing here?” Allison asked, her voice filled with surprise.

“It's snowing outside. I came to pick you up.” Silas looked down at her, his tone calm.

Allison blinked, caught off guard by his answer. “How did you know I was here?”

Silas didn't respond. He merely held her gaze in silence, as though he had no intention of explaining himself.

The men who had been trying to pull Allison and Summer back toward the couch were growing impatient. One of them reached for Allison's arm again.

“Come on, ladies. Don’t leave us waiting. Your drinks are getting lonely, and I’d hate for them to get warm before we get to enjoy them together.”

Silas's eyes shifted from Allison to the man tugging at her.

The change in his expression was immediate.

The calm, cool look on his face vanished, replaced by something cold and terrifying. His gaze settled on the man's hand gripping Allison, and the air around him seemed to turn hostile.

Then his eyes returned to Allison.