Bossy President You Are So Bad

In the bar on the first floor of Nova Club - the largest money-consuming place in South City - men and women wriggled their young bodies to the passionate music. Inside the crowded dance floor, stumbled around a petite woman with a bottle of wine in her hand...

"Find me the most handsome man here!" Becca Garcia grabbed a waiter, her breath full of the smell of alcohol.

"Fucking love at first sight... said so many nice things at first, then went to sleep with my sister behind my back." Becca was so drunk, but she was still haunted by the image of Albert Davis being caught in the bed. When the waiter was going to remind her that she had drunk too much, accidentally, he sensed a strange atmosphere from behind. Looking back, he saw Kelvin Lewis walking in, surrounded by a group o men in black.

Kelvin Lewis, the current president of Heyday Group and the future heir of the Lewis family, was called the deadpan lord of hell by rumor, who could deal well with people both in official circles and those who specialize in illegal activities. "Mi... miss, we didn't offer any illegal service. We don't have..." The waiter knew that Kelvin loathed such a thing and was in a hurry to explain.

"Nonsense! I have money!"

"He can sleep with another woman, why can't I sleep with another man? Go find me one guy a hundred times more handsome than he is! No, find me ten, twenty..." Becca began to throw up on the last word and stumbled to one side.

However, it was at this moment that she caught a glimpse of the man standing there with a cold expression, and her face lighted up.

So there actually existed such a good-looking person in the world?

The black flight jacket and simple work pants drew out his perfect body shape. His plain and tidy close-cropped hair made his whole face look exceptionally resolute.

As soon as he walked in, he caught most of the women's eyes on the dance floor. The icy manner, however, kept people out, and no one dared to take a step closer to him. Except for Becca.

She stumbled toward him. With a wicked grin, she stretched her hand toward his abdomen directly - with such an awesome physique, he must have abdominal muscles.

"Mr. Kelvin!" the men behind him rushed forward, trying to pull Becca away, but Kelvin's icy glance stopped them.

"Wow, so tough." He did have abdominal muscles!

Becca was almost drooling out of admiration! With his indulgence, she became bolder. Looking at the man's cold, yet attractive face, with a bounce, she hung onto his body like an octopus. Clasping to his neck with both hands, Becca took a look at the group of men in uniform behind him, which confirmed her conjecture, then said, "You are the first in line, are you the most handsome man here?" With his face already pale with terror, the waiter stood there motionlessly.

"I'm the boss here." Kelvin felt the little thing rubbing against him naughtily and his eyes darkened.

But Becca was drunk anyway, and she started to fall backward when she loosened her grip. And at this point, the man supported her back with one of his hands and reached the other hand to hold her thin waist.

"Boss? So... you're the pimp?" It's the role that she knew from the TV.

"Well, I want you tonight." Becca made up her mind joyfully.

She jumped off from the man and pulled him toward the counter, ready to check out.

"Come on." She pulled out her purse," I pick him, tonight, I'll take him to..." Becca forgot the word suddenly, "Well, to the hotel!"

Then she swept behind him again and swung her sleeve. "And they ... I want them all!"

Hearing Becca's words, the men behind Kelvin hardly dared to breathe. And they noticed their boss was going to look at them, so they all looked away and pretended that they had seen nothing. "Oh?" Kelvin smiled lightly, "With your body, you can handle that?"

"Of course!" Unsteady on her feet, Becca slapped her gold card on the counter, "I can't just take you ... I should treat everyone equally. Who knows whether your love making skill is good or not. I heard that men all like to brag."

She could barely open her eyes. Pulling the man's collar toward her face, Becca forced him to stay at the same eye lever with her.

"Brag?" Kelvin squinted his eyes and snorted to himself.

"You really want to make love with me?" He tried to confirm with her.

"Yep." Becca nodded honestly and cast a seducing smile that she had learned from the TV, "Come on, I will take you to a hotel."

Her hand was grabbed by the man suddenly and the next second she was pressed on the marble counter, "You can sleep with me, but legally."

'What? Legally?'

Becca was trying to understand the words, with her another free hand fumbling in her pocket. She took out a piece of citizen registration paper that she had crumpled into a ball before. "Hey, you see, I was going to get married today."

Kelvin stared at the crumpled clump in her hand, with a shadow of a smile touching his mouth.

He heard from his people earlier that Becca would come to get drunk today, so he came over on purpose, but he didn't anticipate that there would be a bonus.

"Bill, prepare the car, we are going to the Marriage Bureau."

"Mr. Lewis, but the time..." The man called Bill looked at the watch, a little confused.

"Make them work overtime!"