Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All novel Chapter 25

Chapter 25: 25-The Jiggle Of My Asscheeks

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Ever since the man had said that to me, I had been staring at him in silence.

"Thank you so much for your generous offer, but I’ll have to decline."

I shook my head.

"It’s just that I have a lot of respect for myself and my body," I replied.

Regret immediately hit me when I noticed the way his gaze dropped to my body at the mention of it.

"Such a shame," he murmured. "Because you have quite a body."

Every time he spoke to me in such an intimate manner, I felt like jamming my fingers into my ears until I could no longer hear him.

"I mean, look at your ample breasts. They’re so full and round."

The old man apparently decided he hadn’t been creepy enough, so he began describing my body to me.

My grip tightened around the glass in my hand.

"And look at your waist. Such a tiny waist. Then those wide hips."

His eyes roamed over me.

"You know, when you walk, your ass sways. It jiggles. You must work out."

As his words continued to crawl under my skin, I finally turned and glared at him.

"Do you have no shame?"

This time, I was deliberately rude.

The look of utter dismay on his face was almost satisfying.

It was as if he couldn’t believe anyone would dare speak to him that way.

"Careful, young lady. Just because you’ve got a pussy doesn’t mean you get to disrespect me."

He smirked.

"I love pussy, but I also like my women obedient."

The man clearly didn’t know when to stop.

Even his warning made my skin crawl.

"Yeah, I can tell that’s all you crave," I shot back. "Why don’t you get one yourself? I mean, you certainly have the wealth for it."

My comment made him swallow hard.

For a moment, he looked as though he wanted to kill me.

"Besides, I feel sorry for the women who live with you. The way you treat them."

I guess I was only getting started.

Once I started speaking, I didn’t know when to stop.

That was because I had spent most of my childhood staying quiet.

But my brother had always taught me to stand up for myself.

He used to tell me, ’Fight the people who bother you. Then come hide behind me. Either I’ll fight them, or I’ll get beaten up trying.’

I used to laugh every time he said that.

His support had always been so genuine.

And then they broke him.

Just thinking about it made something twist painfully inside my chest.

I couldn’t say anything to the Alpha King brothers.

But I could certainly teach this old man a lesson.

"You have daughters too, don’t you?" I challenged. "Where are they?"

I tilted my head.

"I heard you marry them off the moment they turn eighteen. Do you know why?"

My tone was harsh.

My body language was openly disrespectful, and I knew he noticed.

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