NOVGO.NET Chapter 1738: Bite Marks and Lipstick Print
Chapter 1738: Bite Marks and Lipstick Print
Villain Ch 1738. Bite Marks and Lipstick Print
The dining hall smelled like heaven.
Not the angelic kind. No, this was the kind of heaven that wore syrup and butter and fresh ground coffee like perfume. Warmth clung to every breath, sunlight spilled lazily through the wide windows, and the girls had somehow migrated from post-orgy disarray to cozy breakfast chaos in less than an hour.
Allen?
His legs ached. His abs felt like they’d been used as a mattress and a workout bench. There were bite marks on his collarbone and a suspiciously perfect lipstick print near his navel that he was not asking about.
But he was breathing.
And more importantly?
He felt good.
Not fake good. Not “I survived another day” good.
Real good.
The kind of good that made his coffee taste stronger. The kind that made his usual, measured mask sit just a little looser on his face.
He leaned back in his chair at the massive polished wood table, wearing a button-down Shea had lent him—half the buttons undone because effort was for people who hadn’t been ridden into next week.
Across from him, Bella was sipping orange juice like it held forbidden secrets.
Zoe had already devoured half a croissant.
Jane was triple-buttering her toast like she was building a sculpture.
Alice, Bella and Vivian sat shoulder to shoulder, one reading her phone, the other stealing bits of bacon.
Larissa was gracefully buttering a scone like she was conducting a ritual.
Shea, of course, was pouring tea with the kind of regal indifference only a woman born into silk sheets could master.
“My driver will take you home,” she said calmly, like she hadn’t been straddling him half an hour ago. “You’re not calling your butler looking like that.”
Allen blinked. “Like what?”
She looked at him. Took in the bruises on his neck, the scratch on his jaw, the half-glow of post-worship exhaustion on his face.
“Like sex in human form.”
Jane choked on her butter.
Zoe snorted into her croissant. “She’s not wrong.”
Allen raised his coffee mug in mock salute. “Not the worst compliment I’ve gotten.”
“You’d cause accidents,” Shea muttered, handing him a fresh slice of melon.
“Accepted.” He hummed, amused, and pulled out his phone to text Kai.
But when he unlocked the screen, he didn’t get the chance to type.
There was already a message waiting.
From Kai.
Kai – 6:42 AM : Sir. Thought you should be informed. The neighbors called the police on Sophia. Apparently, the CEO next door has a wife who mistook her for his mistress. Things escalated. The police picked her up at dawn. It’s… quite the mess.
Allen blinked.
Stared.
Then scrolled.
Kai: To be clear, the Goldborne name wasn’t involved. They think she’s just some clingy socialite. Should I arrange transport?
Allen didn’t reply right away.
He was too busy smirking into his coffee.
Jane noticed first. “Why do you look like that?”
“Like what?” Allen said, the corner of his mouth twitching.
“Like you just got gifted a small country.”
Shea raised an eyebrow. “You’re smirking. That’s either pre-murder or post-victory.”
Allen took another slow sip of his drink, savoring the way the bitterness sat perfectly on his tongue, then leaned back in his chair and stretched out his legs under the table.
“Sophia got arrested.”
Half the girls froze mid-bite.
Zoe looked up slowly. “What?”
Allen waved his phone lightly, like it was no big deal. “Apparently, the wife of the CEO next door to us saw her lurking around and thought she was his mistress. Called the cops at dawn. Whole mess. She’s in custody right now.”
Vivian let out a sharp bark of laughter.
“You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” he said. “She’s not linked to me. They didn’t recognize her as someone from the Goldborne circle. Which means…” He gestured with both hands, smug as hell. “No fingerprints on the scene.”
Larissa sipped her tea, elegant as always. “So karma took out the trash.”
“I didn’t even have to lift a finger,” Allen said, still smiling.
“True,” Bella said, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s kind of satisfying watching her dig her own grave.”
Jane clapped once, loudly. “God bless rich people scandals.”
Zoe licked jam off her thumb. “So what now? She gets booked for trespassing?”
“Probably,” Allen said. “And depending how far the wife pushed it… maybe harassment. Either way, it’s messy. Public.”
Vivian grinned. “And none of it points to you.”
Allen smiled, the kind of slow, satisfied grin that made even the butter curl on the table look sinful. “Exactly.”
“Damn,” Zoe whispered. “You really are the villain.”
Allen just sipped his coffee again. “Only when I have to be.”
There was a brief pause after that—just the soft clink of forks, the rustle of napkins, the kind of silence that wasn’t awkward but earned. A post-battle breath. A quiet celebration.
Shea leaned over the table slightly, resting her elbow on the wood and her chin on her palm. “So,” she said, her tone softer now, “what’s next?”
Allen looked around.
At the long table filled with beautiful, powerful, terrifying women who had spent the night ruining him in the best way. At the sunlight warming the marble floors. At the steam curling from the second pot of coffee.
“I go home,” he said, his voice casual, but grounded. “Shower. Check in on Kai. Make sure Sophia doesn’t magically teleport into my garage,” he joked.
“Reasonable,” Larissa said.
“Then maybe,” Allen added, “I will take a day off. For real this time.”
The girls blinked.
“You?” Zoe asked. “A day off?”
Allen leaned back and smiled wider. “Yeah. With the right company.”
Vivian kicked him under the table.
Jane beamed like she’d won a prize.
Bella rolled her eyes and reached for another slice of toast.
And then Zoe stood up, stretching with a dramatic yawn that popped her spine.
“So…” she said, cracking her neck, “Should I remind you guys that we still need to work?”
She looked around.
And everyone groaned.
“I forgot about real life,” Jane muttered.
“Tragic,” Shea said.
Zoe winked at Allen. “You better enjoy that ride home, Emperor. You earned it.”
Allen smirked. “Oh, I intend to.”
And he meant it.