Page 261 of Fatality

He didn't seem to mind being manhandled by me.

Murmuring filthy things and growling at any men.

Fucking animal.

The Upper Layers' Shopping District, District 2—the Financial Grid—is pristine and crowded, filled with people dressed in white, black, and neutral tones, their outfits broken only by subtle neon or actual color accents or flashes of bare skin.

The Financial Grid is the economic heart of Kairo-9, where wealth and commerce converge.

Towering glass skyscrapers, luxury boutiques, fine-dining restaurants, and corporate headquarters line immaculate streets illuminated by holographic displays.

It's so clean you could almost eat off the ground, but no one does that—not that I know of.

Evren is currently in one of The Tailor's House—a high-end bespoke tuxedo house—dressing rooms.

I can hear growling and yelling at the tailor.

“If that hand fucking comes near my balls,” he growls dangerously, “I'm shoving it down your throat and making you eat it!”

I sigh and let my forehead slump against the counter with a soft thud.

“Mr. Calder,” the tailor says, “I need to take your measurements since you refused to let the robot do it.”

“It doesn't change the fact that if your hand grazes my cock, I'm carrying out my threat.”

“Evren,” I call out. “Just shut the hell up!”

Suddenly, I hear a sharp yelp.

I straighten up instantly.

The tailor stumbles out, one hand clamped over his nose, blood seeping through his fingers.

I follow his path with my eyes before they snap to Evren's fitting room.

He shoves the curtain open and stalks toward me.

“Who do you think you're talking to?” His bleeding hand brushes along my jaw, smearing blood across my skin. “This bastard fucking put his head on my cock.”

My eyes widen, my lips pressing tightly together.

“Wh—” I can't get the words out, my voice straining as I try not to laugh. “He...”

Evren's eyes narrow, and his touch shifts from brushing my jaw to gripping the nape of my neck, tugging my hair back just enough to make me look at him.

“You think it's funny?” he snarls. “I am doing all this Upper Layers shit for your brat ass, so I expect people not to put their heads on my cock while they're taking my measurements.”

I lose it completely.

I can't stop laughing, my stomach hurts from laughing so hard.

“I can't breathe!” I shout, tears rolling down my cheeks. “I thought you loved getting sucked off!”

I manage to see his face flooding red from irritation and then complete murder.

“Alright.” He grits out, bends down, lifting me up like a misbehaving cat. “Let's see if you're still laughing in a second.”

He starts walking, but despite being manhandled, I can't stop laughing.