Part 9

The guy we'd talked to earlier won, and as he started walking toward us with a champagne bottle in hand, I remembered what he'd said before.

"Come on, beauty, you made a promise help me open this champagne," he said loudly and proudly, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

Perth instantly tensed, and Ohm stepped closer. Quick-thinking and experienced, he said, "Let me help you, fucker," hugged the guy, and congratulated him.

Perth looked straight into my eyes telling me to be careful, silently claiming me.

"Here," the guy said, handing me a glass of champagne.

"I don't drink, thank you," I answered politely. He ignored me, pushed the glass into my hand, and wrapped his arms around me.

"Are you going to celebrate with me tonight, beauty?" he asked seductively.

"He's not interested," Perth said firmly, gently grabbing the guy's hand and pushing it off me.

"Hey, don't worry, you're not at one of your official events. No need to pretend you two are the real deal. Let me take care of him for one night, maybe he'll learn something new," he said, and my stomach turned.

"Hey, dude, don't be disrespectful. Santa's not some whore you usually pick up," Ohm said in a serious tone.

"Move your fucking hands off him," Perth growled angrily and pulled me closer.

"Why? Who are you fanservicing here, huh, Perth Tanapon?" the guy teased.