Chapter3 Gavin Is Watching From Outside the Door

Talia POV

When I came down from the top floor, I found Gavin and Serafina were still in the lobby.

As soon as he saw me, Gavin rushed over and grabbed my wrist. "Talia! Where the hell were you just now?"

I shook off his hand, my face blank. "How is that any of your business?"

Gavin's gaze swept over me. When he saw the teasing marks on my neck, his pupils contracted sharply.

"What is that?!"

His shout drew attention from people around us. "Are you that desperate for a man? How long have I been gone? And you're already so eager to sleep with someone else?"

Serafina walked up and took Gavin's arm, her face mocking. "Talia, I know you're hurting because Gavin left you, but you can't humiliate yourself like this."

"Tell me! Who is that man?" Gavin's eyes were bloodshot as he questioned me.

In the past, hearing such insulting words might have broken my heart.

But now, I just thought they looked like two noisy clowns.

I curved my red lips, my eyes carrying a bit of provocation. "Why do you care about this? Don't tell me you still can't let me go?"

Gavin was about to speak, but his eyes caught Serafina beside him, and he ultimately swallowed his words.

Serafina rolled her eyes. "No wonder you were sold to the godfather as a whore. You have no self-respect at all."

I acted as if I'd heard the biggest joke. "First time I've heard a mistress talk to someone about self-respect."

"You..." Serafina's eyes widened, too choked up to speak.

"Enough!" Gavin said sternly, his face dark. "Talia, Serafina is my fiancée now. Please show her some respect when you talk to her!"

Serafina sneered triumphantly from the side. "The one who isn't loved is the mistress. Talia, you can't slander me just because you were abandoned."

The words "isn't loved" stabbed painfully at my heart.

My seven years with Gavin couldn't compete with a few words from this woman in front of me.

My hand trembling, I slapped Serafina across the face with a sharp crack.

The crowd gasped.

No one expected the Camorra family's daughter to be slapped in public.

"Talia! What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Gavin pulled Serafina behind him, glaring at me furiously.

Serafina looked completely shocked and raised her hand to hit back, but I grabbed her arm.

"Serafina, remember your position." I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You don't want Don Jareth to think his daughter is a shrew, do you?"

Serafina froze.

The Camorra family had strict rules. Even when it came to their daughter, she was educated as a lady from a prestigious family.

So Serafina always maintained the elegant appearance of a socialite in public. If the Don Jareth found out she got into a physical fight with a commoner over a man, she would definitely be severely reprimanded.

After an intense internal struggle, Serafina finally lowered her hand and said through gritted teeth, "You just wait."

I glanced at her calmly, said nothing, and turned to leave.

Who would be waiting for whom was still uncertain.

The next day, as soon as I reached the door of Jareth's office, I heard a gunshot.

Then seven or eight people hurried out of the office carrying a corpse and several boxes of drugs, their faces full of fear.

I walked into the office and saw Jareth methodically wiping blood from his gun with a handkerchief. There were also several packages of drugs beside him.

Seeing me arrive, he narrowed his eyes. "You actually dare to come?"

His cold blue pupils were dark and deep, looking even more intimidating than last night.

I knew Serafina must have complained to him.

I suppressed the fear inside me and walked toward him, taking his arm, my voice playful. "Why wouldn't I dare? It was Don Jareth who told me to come."

Jareth lifted my chin with the barrel of his gun, his face expressionless. "Serafina is my daughter after all. You hit her and expect to get away with it?"

"Didn't I come here to accept my punishment?"

I lightly traced my finger along his suit and tie, looking up at him. My eyes were alluring, my breath brushing past the side of his neck.

Jareth's body clearly stiffened, his eyes instantly darkening. He grabbed my wrist, his voice lowered. "This isn't the place to mess around."

"Then where is? Like the presidential suite last night?" I whispered almost against his ear, feeling his breathing gradually grow heavier.

Just as Jareth finally couldn't hold back and reached to pull me by the waist, I suddenly caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of my eye.

Gavin was walking toward the office door.

I frowned. Why would he show up here at this time?

Seeing Gavin's hurried appearance, a wicked thought instantly shot through my mind.

I softly climbed onto Jareth's neck, my voice so sweet it could drip honey. "How do you want to punish me?"

Jareth's eyes narrowed slightly as he suddenly pushed me back. My back hit the bookshelf.

He braced one hand beside my ear and lifted my chin with the other.

"You like looking for thrills that much?" His low voice carried a magnetic roughness.

I cooperatively tilted my head back, looking at him with hazy eyes. When I saw Gavin reach the doorway, I lifted my foot and took the initiative to kiss Jareth.

My initiative seemed to trigger Jareth's desire for control. He took over, his fingers threading through my hair and gripping tightly, deepening the kiss.

This kiss had nothing to do with love. It was more like an intense release of lust.

But what excited me even more was Gavin watching all of this from the doorway.