The Man They Blame

Trap on trap

“Okay, we need to rest, guys.” Erin rose from her seat.

Her disappointment at Derek’s reaction made her lose focus. She returned to the bar table, leaving the men who were hungry for her body staring in disappointment.

Her hands clenched tightly as her eyes continued to read the words on Derek’s reply screen. Her face sharpened, and her eyes burned with rage. “So, you think you can just dump me like that?”

She stared at the glass in front of her, grabbed it, and downed it in one gulp. “Pour another.” She demanded of the bartender.

Seeing this, Dick, who was slowly sobering up, took the glass from her. “Slow down. Let’s just enjoy the party; no need to rush.”

Erin didn’t care; she snatched the glass back and drank again. After her first plan failed, Erin shifted to another. She intended to do something extreme. She wanted to destroy herself as a way to punish Derek and prove that it was he who had pushed her to the brink of ruin.

Dick smiled. On the surface, he told Erin to slow down. In reality, he was exploiting Erin’s state to touch her and was secretly collaborating with the other predatory men at the table.

Just as Erin had a plan, Dick had one of his own. “Erin, look at me, honey.” He cradled her face in both his hands. “You’ll be drunk if you keep this up.” He warned her sweetly.

But honestly, he was hoping the woman would pass out. This was because, ever since Erin found out that Derek was a wealthy heir, she had gradually distanced herself from Dick and barely ever contacted him. She only reached out now because she needed him for her scheme, and Dick knew it. Up until this point, it had been revealed that Erin and Dick had not actually had a full sexual relationship.

At the hotel, Erin had only performed oral sex on him. However, Dick had always craved deeper physical intimacy with Erin and had been waiting for the chance to have her completely.

Kitty realized that the situation was spiraling out of control and approached Erin. “Miss, you’re drunk. We need to leave this place.”

But one of the men slapped Kitty, causing her to fall to the floor. “Get lost.” The man warned her.

Erin heard the loud thud, but she was now too drunk to remain conscious. “What’s happening?” she muttered with slurred speech.

However, the men who were supporting her smiled at her. “Nothing, honey. You’re drunk; we’ll take you home.”

Erin, believing it to be true and unable to maintain her consciousness, went limp in their arms.

“Miss! Miss Erin!” Behind her, Kitty screamed for her, but her leg was injured.

When she fell, her hand grazed a glass, causing it to shatter and cut her, while her knee slammed against the corner of a table. In the midst of her despair, she did what she could.

Several men half-carried and half-dragged her toward a private room in the back of the club.

Dick, pretending to be drunk, approached Kitty as if he had just realized what was going on. “Where is Erin?”

Kitty turned to him. “Miss was taken away by them.” She pointed toward Erin, who was moving further away.

“Damn it! What are they doing?” He pretended to be annoyed in front of Kitty. “Who are they? What are they going to do to Erin?”

Kitty shook her head. “I don’t know, but I’m sure they’re planning to do something terrible to her.”

“You stay calm, I’ll save her. Wait for me here.” Dick tried to reassure her.

In reality, this was part of his plan to stage a fake “heroic rescue.” He intended to let his accomplices pretend to attack Erin, then swoop in at the last moment, take her to a hotel, and use the situation to finally possess her.

Dick did head toward Erin, but Kitty couldn't bring herself to trust him. In desperation, Kitty recorded the incident and sent the video to Derek. “Miss must be saved. Please help me, Mr. Derek; I cannot help her right now.” She panned the camera toward her own injuries.

Derek, who opened the message, immediately realized that this time, the danger was real. Even though he had decided to divorce Erin, he still could not let her be destroyed just like that. He climbed out of his hospital bed and grabbed his jacket.

“Where are you going, sir?” Victor, who was on guard, asked.

“I’ll be back soon,” Derek replied, grabbing his car keys and heading out.