The Tutor's Seduction novel Chapter 2

Ariella stood firmly in front of Marv, expressionless, and said, "Step aside."

Marv looked at the woman he had been obsessing over day and night, took in her outfit with heightened excitement, and spoke in a lowered voice, "Ms. Flores, you certainly know how to treat people differently."

Ariella listened to the man's greasy voice and caught a whiff of the strong alcohol odor emanating from him. She responded coldly, "Get out of my way!"

Earlier, Marv had subtly hinted at keeping Ariella for himself, but she had a fiery temper and left straight away. He had been thinking about her for a long time, imagining her as a virtuous woman. However, now... there was no way he would let her go easily.

Marv smirked, "Ms. Flores, we all know each other, so why don't you do me a favor today? How much money..."

His words were cut short as Ariella shot him a piercing cold gaze, causing him to swiftly change the subject, "Let’s talk about purchasing lessons instead; we won't mention money. How many classes do I have to buy to sit down and have a drink with Mr. Carter?"

"Show some respect, I have no desire to deal with your wife again."

Marv didn't anticipate her straightforwardness in a public setting, causing him to lose face. He challenged her, "Call her, if you dare, call her right now."

To Marv’s surprise, Ariella actually took out her phone and started scrolling through her contacts, and there it was – his wife’s contact information. Seeing this, Marv panicked and attempted to grab her phone. Ariella immediately bent her elbow and struck him in the chest. Despite her slender frame, her elbow was firm and forceful, leaving Marv grasping for breath and seething with anger. He retaliated by grabbing her arm and throwing her onto the sofa.

Ariella found herself lying on the ground, her ears ringing slightly. Amidst the chaos, she faintly heard someone nearby cursing loudly, "What a hypocrite! You dress modestly as a teacher during the day, but at night you come here to be a prostitute. Did I not offer you enough before?"

Struggling to get up, Ariella faced Marv’s sneering gaze, "Still looking for my wife? With your attire, even calling the police would be like a thief crying for help. If you're not afraid of being humiliated, go ahead and scream, let everyone know you're a prostitute..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a glass of wine splashed across his face. Ariella held the empty glass in her hand, her face flushed in the dimly lit room.

Marv's eyes widened, and he cursed angrily, "Damn it! Have I been too kind to you?"

In a fit of rage, he lunged forward, grabbing Ariella by her hair and forcibly dragging her off the sofa and towards the exit, muttering under his breath, "If I don't sleep with you tonight, I'm not human!"

Ariella's nails dug deep into his skin as she tried to resist, even if it was like standing in the way of a speeding car. Just as they approached the door of the room, there was a sudden 'bang' sound that reverberated next to her ear. The grip on her hair suddenly loosened as Marv instinctively touched the back of his head, turning around saying, "Who..."