The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 83: Not the same

Chapter 83: Not the same

"Do you think he is coming?" Anton poured himself a glass of vodka on the small bar counter. "Or would he be busy trying to persuade Fil to attend his grandfather’s party?"

"I don’t know, and I don’t care." Michael, who was busy finding his spot around the billiards, remarked sarcastically. He bent over, positioning his cue stick. "He can take Marianne with him to his grandfather’s birthday party if she can’t. What’s the difference?"

"The difference is his grandfather might break his leg this time after the grand birthday party." Anton leaned his back against the bar counter, taking a shot, and hissed in satisfaction. "Is Marcus coming?"

"He said... he might."

"They still hadn’t made up?"

"Do they ever make up?" Michael took a shot and cheered when the ball entered one of the side pockets. "From what I know, they just suddenly talk to each other as if nothing happened."

Anton rocked his head and pressed his lips. "Make sense."

"Moreover, they would never fight over a woman." Michael straightened his back and shifted his eyes to the man on the bar counter. "It’s stupid. There are so many women around. Why fight over one when they can have them all?"

"You truly are a screw-up, huh?" Anton scrunched up his nose while Michael shrugged nonchalantly.

"I’m just a rational man." Michael picked up the chalk, rubbing it at the end of his pool stick while walking around the billiard table. "It’s not worth it. Fil might be attractive, probably in the same category as what I call the rare finds, but still not worth enough fighting for."

"This is why you got no proper relationship."

"I got no relationship because I don’t like it." Michael glanced at Anton knowingly. "I fuck and get off. I might buy her a meal or a piece of jewelry, a bag, or shoes to make a woman happy. But that’s all there is."

Anton shook his head mildly, picking up the bottle once more to pour himself another shot. "Sometimes, I wished I was much of a jerk like you."

"I am untouchable. Don’t even dream."

"But why would Vincent react like that to Marcus?"

This time, Michael stopped from hitting the cue ball. "Are you asking because you’re simply oblivious? Or stupid?"

"I mean, if I was Vincent, I wouldn’t react that way if you helped my girlfriend."

"You just told me not long ago that you won’t introduce your next girlfriend to me."

"If I did, is what I’m saying."

"If you cheat, it’s only natural to fear being cheated on," Michael explained casually. "Because Vincent knew what he had been doing behind his fiancee’s back, he ended up always looking over his shoulder in case she was doing the same thing."

"Talk about being afraid of their own ghost." Anton nodded in agreement. "Does it fall to karma?"

"It’s a natural reaction."

"Is it, Doctor Michael?"

Michael took his shot and faced Anton. "Call me Guru."

"Tss."

"Not to mention, Marcus likes her."

"Huh?"

"Like is probably a little stretch. Attracted? Or maybe he wanted to taste her," Michael explained with certainty. "Like I said, Fil is one of the rare finds. Aside from the looks and figure, just imagine deflowering someone like her who was never touched or kissed by a man. Not even by her fiance."

"Everyone likes the thrill," he added in a knowing tone. "Ever wondered why Vincent wouldn’t let her go? He probably needs her elsewhere, but the thought that he’s the only man who will ever get to touch his soon-to-be bride — the only man who would see her get dirty — is... flattering, don’t you think?"

"Why do you sound like you want to take the challenge yourself?" Anton squinted his eyes, sensing the malice and lust in Michael’s tone.

"Because I do." Michael shamelessly admitted. "I’m not gonna lie. If I just have a lot more reason, I might pursue Fil."

"What?"

"Her fiance is screwing her best friend! I don’t see any reason why she shouldn’t do it too."

"And with you?"

"If she wants to."

"You are insane."

"But like I said, I am a rational man." Michael refocused his attention on the billiard table. "I might be tempted to act on the thought and accept the challenge. But she’s not worth the connection and benefits I get from the Hale Family."

"Goodness." Anton shook his head, staring at Michael in disbelief. Surely, this guy was a total jerk. Yet, what was surprising was that they were still friends, regardless.

"Marcus is probably the same," Anton remarked. "Let’s say it’s true that he finds her attractive, but he wouldn’t act on it. He’s a rational man, though cunning."

He nodded, convinced by his conclusion because he believed in Marcus. "Marcus will not —"

"I will not what?"

Suddenly, the entrance opened, followed by it was Marcus’s voice. Both Michael and Anton shifted their eyes at the entrance, watching Marcus step into the room.

"You forgot to tell me which room you guys are playing," said Marcus. "Fortunately, I only have to follow the energy where someone is talking about me without my presence."

When he stopped, he looked at Anton. "So? What were you saying?"

"He’s saying that we’re probably the same!" Michael happily answered the question.

"The same?" Marcus frowned. "You and me? I am not as degenerate as you."

Michael laughed, not taking it to the heart. "We’re just talking about Fil."

"Fil?" deep lines appeared between Marcus, who slowly approached the bar counter where Anton was. "What about her?"

"He was talking about what a total package Fil was," Anton grumbled. "He said if she wants to cheat on Vincent, he will gladly take the role and deflower her."

Marcus frowned deeply, glaring at Michael, who shrugged indifferently in return.

"But because he’s a ’rational’ man, he’s not doing it," Anton continued knowingly. "He’s not doing it because fighting over a woman is not worth it. He got an unlimited supply. That’s why I said you and him are probably the same. Fil is a catch, after all, but she’s off-limits because she’s a brother’s woman."

"One thing I want to clarify is that Michael and I are not the same," Marcus argued as he went behind the bar counter to make himself a drink. "He wants to deflower her, but I don’t."

He stood straight, stressing his words to make a point. "One more. Since when did our conversations center on her?"

"Since she started making things interesting for everyone," Michael answered while busy playing billiards. "It’s amazing that she only had to dress up to mess with our heads, isn’t it?"

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