Master of Lust-Chapter 201: Qasim and Gloria [1]

Chapter - 201

Gloria was a cocktail of shock and anger, her emotions bubbling over as Rick's hands lingered around her waist. Meanwhile, Qasim casually adjusted himself down there. There was just something else going with him looking at Gloria in Rick's arms.

Rick, on the other hand, seemed to take a twisted pleasure in watching Gloria squirm under his touch. But after a tense few moments, he finally eased his grip on her, albeit reluctantly, his senses tingling from the scent of her perfume that lingered in the air like a whispered promise.

Gloria, however, was far from charmed. She was taken aback, her mood souring further by Rick's boldness. Her eyebrows knitted together in a display of confusion and annoyance as she turned to face him squarely.

"Why are you here, Rick?" she demanded, her voice laced with a cocktail of frustration and suspicion. Rick just stood there, an enigmatic smile playing on his lips, which only served to irk her further.

His silence was like a red flag to a bull.

"Are you stalking me?" Gloria didn't hold back, her questions sharp as knives, each word dripping with sarcasm.

"Do you honestly think I need to stalk you to bump into you?" Rick interjected quickly, a hint of amusement in his voice that didn't sit well with Gloria.

"But it sure feels like it! How else would you explain knowing exactly where to find me?" Gloria retorted, her frustration boiling over. The coincidence of his presence was too much to chalk up to mere happenstance, "Acosador sangriento"

Rick, waved off her accusation with a flick of his wrist. "Miss Gloria, you're jumping to conclusions. We're in a café, public domain, you know? Plus, it's right next to my college campus. Doesn't take a detective to put two and two together. So, really, no need for justifications here." His tone was playful.

"Even so, why are you barging in here?" Gloria countered, her voice loud enough to convey her annoyance yet controlled, as if she was mindful of not causing a scene.

"Oh, come on. I haven't barged into anything. But just so you know, my being here is no accident. I have my reasons," Rick countered, his smile unfading, suggesting he was enjoying this exchange more than he probably should.

"And what could possibly be the purpose for someone as 'irresponsible' as you to show up here, then?" Gloria's words dripped with sarcasm, her eyes narrowing in a challenge as she awaited his explanation with a skeptical arch of her eyebrow.

Rick couldn't help but burst into laughter at Gloria's heated warnings. "Oh my God, I'm trembling in my boots," he said, his voice dripping with mock fear as he chuckled at her frustration.

Gloria's patience, however, was wearing thin. "Don't mock me, Rick. And how dare you just grab me and pull me into your arms like that?" she demanded, her anger flaring.

Rick shrugged, an impish grin playing on his lips. "Would you have preferred it if I'd just let you hit the ground? Though, for the record, that wasn't tight. I could give you a demonstration of what 'tight' really means," he teased, leaning in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Gloria was aghast at his audacity. "How dare you even suggest such a thing? Do you have any idea what I'm capable of?" she shot back, her voice rising in anger. The intensity of their exchange had drawn the attention of the nearby patrons, who were now watching the unfolding drama with keen interest.

Rick, however, seemed unfazed by Gloria's threats, maintaining his smile as if he was merely enjoying a casual banter rather than a heated confrontation.

Gloria's anger surged even higher, yet she kept a lid on her impulse, her voice laced with a controlled threat. "Watch your language, Rick. Push me further, and you'll regret it — I... te daré una bofetada tan fuerte..." she warned, her eyes flashing with defiance.

Rick's response was almost theatrical. "Oh, please do! My cheeks are practically aching for the caress of your delicate hand," he said, dramatically tilting his head to offer her his cheek, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Ugh, you're impossible! Get away from my table now. I want to be left alone," Gloria snapped, her teeth clenched in frustration. She shot a glance at Qasim, who looked like he'd stumbled into a theater mid-play, his eyes wide with confusion and a silent question of what he'd missed.

Rick, however, planted his feet firmly, his smile unwavering and stubborn. "I'm not moving an inch, but feel free to find a new spot for yourself, Miss Gloria," he retorted, the stubborn grin plastered on his face signaling he had no intention of making this easy for her.

The smile Rick wore wasn't just any smile—it was the kind that unveiled his penchant for provoking her further, a mischievous glint in his eyes. Gloria, for her part, was utterly flabbergasted by Rick's audacity. The anger that she had been trying to keep at bay bubbled over.

"Enough, Rick!" she barked, her voice sharp and commanding, echoing a mixture of incredulity and frustration that filled the space between them.

Gloria's patience snapped as she locked eyes with Rick, her voice dripping with scorn. "How dare you speak to me like that, Rick?" she demanded, her tone a blend of disbelief and anger.

For a moment, Rick's ever-present smile wavered under the intensity of Gloria's glare, betraying a flicker of uncertainty. However, he quickly masked it with a renewed smirk, though the situation seemed less amusing now.

Attempting to lighten the mood, he replied, "Oh, come on, Miss Gloria. It was just a bit of fun, a little playful banter, you know?" His tone, though trying to sound light-hearted, couldn't fully hide a tinge of defensiveness.

Gloria, however, was far from amused. She glanced briefly at Qasim, who looked like he was trying to piece together a puzzle, his expression a mix of confusion and concern. Turning her attention back to Rick, she fixed him with a steely gaze. "This is not 'banter,' Rick," she said, her voice cold and firm. "You're crossing lines you have no right to cross, and I'm not going to tolerate it."

Rick, undeterred, attempted to defend his actions with a flippant comment, "Flirting with a beautiful lady isn't exactly a crime, is it?" His eyes flicked momentarily to Qasim, who was still lingering awkwardly in the background, his brow furrowed in a mixture of confusion and discomfort at the unfolding scene.

Gloria's eyes blazed with indignation as she faced Rick, her patience thinning rapidly. "Watch your words, Rick," she warned, her voice sharp, each word slicing through the tension like a knife.

Rick, unflinching and as defiant as ever, met her gaze head-on. "I'll choose my words carefully, but that doesn't mean I believe I'm in the wrong here," he retorted, his voice steady, almost challenging.

The air between them crackled with hostility as Gloria's frustration boiled over. "I've had enough of your theatrics, Rick. Just leave, now!" she demanded, her voice echoing around them, drawing the attention of nearby patrons.

Rick stood his ground, raising his voice slightly but maintaining a semblance of control. "I'm not working, Miss Gloria. This is a public cafe, not your personal courtroom. I have as much right to be here as anyone else," he shot back, his stance firm.

Amidst the escalating confrontation, Qasim had remained a silent observer, his discomfort growing with each passing moment. Realizing the argument showed no signs of abating, he decided it was time to intervene, hoping to defuse the situation and offer Gloria some solace, given Rick's apparent indifference to her pleas.

Stepping forward, Qasim caught Rick's attention, effectively pausing the heated exchange. Rick's eyes shifted to Qasim, his expression softening to one of polite curiosity. Seizing the moment, Qasim offered his hand in a gesture of peace and introduction.

"Hi, I'm Qasim," he said, his voice calm and friendly, his smile genuine. "I think we all could use a little cool down, don't you?"

"Actually, I'm more than just an onlooker here. I'm the lucky guy married to this incredible woman," Qasim began, gesturing towards Gloria with a tender smile.

"I realize I'm stepping into the middle of something, but you see, Gloria's been riding a bit of an emotional rollercoaster since this morning. It's unlike her to get this upset. And honestly, causing a scene isn't really in anyone's best interest, especially with the crowd we've started to draw."

Rick's attention shifted fully to Qasim, his eyes scanning the man who stood with a natural charisma, seemingly unfazed by the tension. There was a moment of silent appraisal before Rick responded, his expression softening into a respectful nod.

"I appreciate it, Mr. Qasim," he said, his voice carrying a note of sincerity tinged with a hint of humor. "So, is this just a bad day, or is it... you know, that time of the month?" Rick's question, though lightly posed, treaded on thin ice.

Qasim's smile faltered momentarily at Rick's question, his eyebrows raising in mild surprise, but he chose not to dignify it with a response. Instead, he shifted his focus back to Gloria, who was seething with rage at Rick's every word. Her frustration was palpable, her jaw clenched as she struggled to maintain her composure in the face of Rick's audacity.

Rick, seemingly oblivious to Gloria's simmering anger, shifted his attention to Qasim with an air of casual admiration. "Hey, man, that suit is sharp! Looks like it costs a pretty penny," he remarked, his tone carrying a hint of genuine admiration mixed with his trademark playfulness.

Gloria shot Rick a withering glare, her patience wearing thinner by the second. "Do you even know anything about fashion, Rick? Ahórranos tus bromas..." she muttered under her breath, her words dripping with disdain.

But before the tension could escalate any further, Qasim stepped in with his trademark charm, diffusing the situation with ease. "Easy there, Gloria," he said, shooting her a reassuring smile. Then, turning his attention to Rick, he offered a compliment, "You've got quite the eye for detail, Rick. I must admit, I'm impressed."

Rick, ever the smooth talker, returned the compliment with a grin. "And your taste in fashion is top-notch, Mr Qasim," he replied.

As the conversation meandered, Rick found a moment to express his gratitude towards Qasim and Gloria for their assistance at the police station. "Hey, I just wanted to say a big thanks for your help back there to get me bail," he said earnestly, his tone carrying a genuine appreciation. "I wanted to express my gratitude right then and there, but you two had already slipped away."

Qasim nodded in understanding, his demeanor exuding a touch of evasion as he responded smoothly, "Oh, it was nothing," he replied with a gracious smile, though there was a subtle hint of avoidance in his tone. "We had to dash out of the police station pretty quickly. Had a... umm... an urgent appointment to attend to, you know how it is," he added, a vague excuse hanging in the air.

Rick couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at Qasim's explanation, his gaze flickering briefly towards Gloria before returning to Qasim with a diplomatic smile. "Right, right, totally get it," he responded, his tone indicating a willingness to let the matter slide. "Thanks again, guys. Your help meant a lot to me, really appreciate it."

"No need to be so formal... It was all because of Gloria." Qasim spoke with a gentle smile, "She insisted that we got you out as well."

"Is that so?" Rick raised his eyebrow as he looked at Gloria with a wide grin, "You love me so much Miss Gloria?"

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