After Jocelyn Kent and Dean Carter broke up, he came to her asking for sugar again. Jocelyn could find no one in her circle who was this cheeky.

In the changing room of the mall.

Jocelyn was dumbfounded as she watched Dean casually take the high heels in her hand and slowly as well as elegantly throw them to the side.

What did this guy want?

"Babe, are you afraid of me?" Dean asked condescendingly.

It seemed she had been abstinent since they broke up.

Only then did his alluring eyes reveal an aloof smile of satisfaction. "You don't need to cover your body. I've seen every inch of you."

He looked otherworldly, but said vulgar words. Somewhat disappointed, she covered her boobs and complained, "Didn't we break up?"

He surprised her one more time by entering a women's changing room. The man simply knew no shame!

"Well, that is what you think. I can forgive you for being so willful." Dean was happy to see Jocelyn blush, and a faint smile appeared on his handsome face.

It was a flamboyant and sinister smile.

Jocelyn was so ashamed and angry that she stuttered, "What are you doing?"

Disdain touched the man's gorgeous eyes. "What are you thinking? You dirty girl. Don't you have other things to worry about? Of course, I'm helping you put on your clothes."

Jocelyn gritted her teeth. Then she remembered that she had wanted to ask the shop assistant for help because this dress she tried on was too small for her. To her surprise, the scumbag Dean came in.

The world was just smaller when you didn't want to meet a certain someone.

Actually, she was not to blame. Dean would say all kinds of dirty things when they were together, no matter the circumstances.

How embarrassing....

Her charming face turned even redder, as if blood would ooze out from it.

"Get out." Jocelyn was furious.

She couldn't argue with him, so she gave him the silent treatment.

Dean stared at Jocelyn. How cute she was when she got mad.

He chuckled and asked, "Why?"

He was unbelievable!

Her entire body was turning red, especially her face and ears. She looked like a cooked shrimp!

This woman was too inviting. If this little game continued, he would be the one who lost control.

He held her waist and said, "Breathe."

The usual chilliness in his voice disappeared, while sexual allurement took its place, as if tears of Eos had flowed through his throat.

He swept her off her feet.

Fallen under his spell, she cooperated. Although her belly hurt, she fitted into the dress.

It was of the smallest size, and brought out her slender waist and plump boobs.

She confidently raised her chin and put on a charming pose. She was never shy to present her beauty to him.

Desire rose from his deep eyes as he pulled her against his chest. "It was the perfect place." Angelic though he was, it was his habit to talk dirty. He was like a dazzling yet cunning red fox.

Jocelyn felt a sudden impulse to hit this bastard.

It drove her crazy that she would involuntarily go along with it as soon as Dean made the faintest sexual suggestion.

Damn it!

"Mr. Carter, if you will excuse me." Reason kept the weather.

"Can we make love tonight?" Dean said as he looked up lazily.

Making love my ass!

Jocelyn was going to lose it. She looked like she had eaten a pile of shit. "I can't stress this enough. Mr. Carter, we broke up!"

Moreover, his new lover was in the dressing room opposite hers.

To be honest, if she hadn't needed this guy to raise the boy and pay off the debt, she would have thrown a punch at him.

"That was your idea. I didn't agree." Dean looked so wronged and sad as he continued, "Babe, do you really have the heart to dump me?"

Jocelyn couldn't take it anymore. This guy should consider acting as his new career. Otherwise, his talent would be wasted.

"Last time I checked, it was your idea. You said you were bored with me." It was not the time to lash out! Just endure it!

Dean said firmly, "I clearly said I loved you and wanted to be with you."

"No."

"Yes, that was what I said."

"You said we should break up."

"I said we should keep going."

"You are really a piece of work." Jocelyn found him exhausting and decided to let it be. She suppressed her anger and cracked a smile, pretending to be patient. "So, are we back together now?"

"Why, of course. Other than me, who else can cater to your endless needs?" Dean continued this charade, acting blue. "Or are you truly going to walk away from me?"

Shit!

What was going on? It was totally illogical.

Five years had she been with Dean, and she was now 23. She thought she had been a good girlfriend and tried her best to not cause trouble for her patron. Even when they broke up, she took care of his feelings and behaved as he would want. If he preferred her to act calm, she wouldn't cry like hell and make a sense.

She had been meek, considerate, and elegant. She would dress up for him every day. So, why would this loaded man, who could have everything in the world, still hang on to a nobody like her?

She was as gloomy as gloomy could be.

"So, Babe. Tonight, just you and me. What do you say?"

"Fine. You can have it." You would not have it!

What about freedom? Jocelyn was about to cry. She was dying inside, but she had to put on a smile. "Then treat me well. I love you so much. You can't have me wither away being jealous of your other toys, can you?"

She didn't believe this human trash could stay away from his newly—found whores.

That being said, she felt like puking.

The old fox was laughing wildly in his heart. Nevertheless, his face suggested grievances. "That's more like it. I'll deal with them right away."

No! Was he being serious?

But the thought that that bitch would be dumped soon, Jocelyn felt the suffering was worth it.

She hated Mira Brown to the guts!

How could she not when that whore made trouble for her everywhere she went and slandered her by even buying off the media with her own money?

"You are spoiling me," she said. That was totally not true!