MC Gets In a Fight With Another Girl And Bidders Have To Stop It [Request]
âHi. Can I order a Diet Coke please?â (Y/N) asks the bar tender, whom nods with a friendly smiles and gets right on the order.
âStill scared of alcohol, (Y/N)?â A distinctly familiar voice questions.
The girl looks to her right and sees Emily Fredrez. They went to university together, but to say that they got along would not be the case.
âI wasnât scared of it, I just didnât want to drink it.â
âBecause you were scared of being spiked.â
âAnd whyâs that so bad?â
âIâm not surprised you didnât date anyone throughout school, (Y/N). You always make the bad out of everything.â
(Y/N) shrugâs and releases a sigh.
âPleasure to see you again, Emily.â She bids, smiling at the bar tender and taking her pint glass.
âI wasnât done yet.â
Emily grabs the girlâs shoulder and spins her back around to face her. (Y/N)âs eyes widen.
âNow that we donât live together, I can drill it into your thick little head how fucking down right ignorant you are!â She exclaims. âYou think you could walk around, flirt with other peoples boyfriends, act like youâre Little Miss Goody-two-shoes and get away with it! You selfish little bitch.â
(Y/N) doesnât even react. She watched Emily be this horrible to many a person back when they were in education.
âIs that a fucking engagement ring? Who the fuck would get engaged to you?! The poor bastard must have the emptiest head in all existance. What a fucking idiot. I bet heâs as stupid and naive as you.â She goes on, which definitely catches (Y/N)âs attention.
âYou have some fucking nerve to speak about my fiancĂ© like that.â She begins, sparking a grin on Emilyâs face.
âDid I hit a nerve, babe? Does little (Y/N) love her dumb boyfriend so much? Heâs probably cheated on you. Slept around with other women. I know that you have nothing special about you thatâs keeping him tied, so I wonder why heâd bothe-â
The sound of skin hitting skin could be heard for miles if the music in the bar wasnât so loud.
âShut your fucking mouth!â (Y/N) screeches, her glass now on the bar. Her eyes are narrowed and Emily looks gobsmacked.
âYou dirty little bitch. Do you hit your boyfriend like that too? Iâm not surprised heâs cheating on yo-â Sheâs interrupted yet again, only this time by a fist to her face.
(Y/N) raises her hand once again, but the strong, masculine arms that wrap around her body stop her from doing anything rash.
âNow, now, baby girl,â
(Y/N) releases a shaking breath before looking up at her loverâs face. His expression is unreadable.
âIâll fucking kill her!â Emily shouts, spinning around to swing back at (Y/N), but her wrist is grabbed by the billionaire.
âTrust me - you wonât.â Eisuke states, throwing the girlâs arm back toward her.
âYou⊠Youâre Eisuke Ichinomiya,â She whispers, but he hears it.
âYes, I am, and you just raised your arm to my fiancĂ©e. Wanna try that again?â He questions, but his voice is threatening.
Emily pauses, trying to shake her shock, but eventually just walks away. Eisuke takes his loverâs hand and strides towards the exit of the bar.
âEisuke, I-â (Y/N) is cut off by the hotel owner spinning her around, pushing her up against the brick wall and pressing his lips to hers in the most passionate, intense kiss sheâs ever had.
She doesnât think about it, just wraps her arm around the back of his neck and pulls him closer.
After a moment, he pulls back, both of them panting.
âYouâre so hot when youâre violent, but donât try that ever again.â He mutters, hands on her waist.
âShe was insulting you! She was saying shit like you were cheating on me and-â He cuts her off with yet another kiss.
âBut you know I would never cheat on you, and so she wasnât worth destroying your kind-hearted nature for, even if it was incredibly sexy.â He whispers, their lips brushing against one another.
âI love you too, baby girl.â
âI donât have time to be fucking about with little brats. I have a date.â (Y/N) states, trying to get away from the woman pestering her.
âYou think Soryu gives a damn about a petty little bitch like you?!â The woman roars. Angelica Bravo. âYou think that mobster has time to be faffing about with dates with pretentious women like you?!â
âMove out of my way.â (Y/N) states, rolling her eyes about the fact that this woman, who is associated with Soryuâs assistant, is blocking her path. âI came for a meeting, not an interrogation.â
âSoryu needs a woman like me. He is a mafia boss, you are a maid. Youâre useless to him and I wouldnât be surprised if it was sleeping around with another woman as we spea-â Before she can finish her sentence, (Y/N) grabs a hold of her hair and yanks her around, throwing her onto the floor.
âYou shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you.â She seethes, staring down at Angelica.
The assistant looks scared for a moment, but it soon fades to a grin.
âI bet he wouldnât be attracted to you whilst youâre like this. An angry, short-tempered brat.â
(Y/N) raises her foot and slams it against the womanâs chest, initiating a groan from her.
âDonât tell me what my fiancĂ© is and isnât attracted to.â
âYour fiancĂ©,â She begins, spitting the word as if it was venom, âwill fucking hate you for laying a finger on me! He cares about me, unlike you. He just uses you for sex!â
The mobsterâs loverâs eyes widen and set ablaze with fury. She raises her foot again, reading to slam it against this petty womanâs ribs, but arms wrapping around her waist prompt her to stop.
âDonât let her provoke you, princess.â His voice whispers in her ear, followed by planting a small kiss just below. She involuntarily shivers at the action.
âSoryu,â She whispers, lowering her foot back to the ground and leaning back into his embrace.
The mobster hushes her and looks down at the woman on the floor.
âWhatever made you think that youâre more important to me than (Y/N) is completely and utterly false. Youâre deluded, and Iâll have you know that the sight of my woman overpowering you only makes me even more attracted to her. Sheâs incredibly fucking sexy, and you are not. You stick with Inui, and Iâll stick with (Y/N). Before provoking her, think about how youâd be if you were provoking me. It wouldnât be pretty, so donât fucking talk shit to her again.â He states, his voice full of certainty. âAnd I certainly donât use her for sex, itâs just an additional bonus.â He adds, winking and leading his lover out of the room.
Her breathing is heavy from the whole confusion of emotion. Anger, happiness, pride, lust.
âI love you.â Soryu mutters, pushing (Y/N) into their penthouse suite.
âI love you too.â She whispers, breathlessly.
The girl knows this scenario all too well. She heads straight over to their bedroom, throwing clothes off everywhere.
âYou,â He begins, copying her actions. âAre so fucking hot.â He finishes, pushing her backwards onto their bed, climbing over her. âBut donât get yourself into violent situations. Youâre the good girl, Iâm the bad guy. Leave the interrogations and violence to me.â
âYes, boss.â She whispers, making him smirk.
âHe still loves me, you know? Iâm the most beautiful girl heâs ever had after all. Iâm the one who supported him endlessly through hard times. Iâm the one who forgave him time after time. You just came along and deceived him. Made him think that you are special and that I deluded him, when in reality, youâre the psychopath whoâs hurting him!â
(Y/N) has been listening to this shit for hours, but she doesnât really have a choice. This girl, Yuno Agarashi, has had (Y/N) locked in this room for about three hours. Baba
âI would never hurt Baba if it was the last thing I did.â The thiefâs lover simply retorts, focusing on gazing out the window for anyone who could help her.
âBullshit, (Y/N). You donât know what he likes, what he dislikes. What he loves, what he hates. But I do. Iâm better for him than you.â
âI really have things to be getting on with, like my job for example. Could you shut your trap for two minutes and let me out of this fucking room?!â (Y/N) exclaims, slamming her fist into the ledge sheâs sat atop.
âNot a chance you filthy, man-stealing bitch!â The woman roars.
(Y/N) jumps down and strides toward the ex-girlfriend of her fiancé.
âI said,â She begins, rolling the sleeves of her uniform top upwards. âShut. The fuck. Up.â
She raises her hand and slings it straight back down onto her face. The slapping sound resonating throughout the smaller room.
It takes Yuno a few moments to realise whatâs just happened and compose herself, but when she does, her face contorts into something animalistic. Vicious.
âYou have some fucking nerve. Why would Mitsu want to be with a physically violent woman? He isnât a bad person and wouldnât want a bad person like you in his life!â She screeches, sending her fist into (Y/N)âs stomach.
She gasps a little but manages to grab the womanâs wrist before she can pull it back, prompting her expression to switch from cocky to concerned very fast.
(Y/N) begins to twist her wrist, not releasing her grasp for a second, despite all of Yunoâs frantic shaking.
The door suddenly bursts open, revealing Baba, Soryu, and Ota. None of the girls bat an eye at the sound though. (Y/N) continues twisting her arm whilst she continues squealing.
âPrincess!â Baba shouts, running toward the duo and ripping Yuno backwards, Soryu catching her and keeping her in a tight hold. âPrincess.â He repeats, pulling (Y/N) in for an embrace. âWhat were you doing?â
âThe fucking bitch has had me locked in here for almost an hour and was doing nothing but talking shit about you and how much better she is for you than I am, but sheâs not.â His fiancĂ©e states, slowly followed by her confident stance faltering. âRight?â She whispers.
âOf course sheâs not, my darling. Youâre perfection to me and weâre perfect together; you know that. Donât doubt that. Ever.â The thief promises.
âLong-time-no-see, Yuno Agarashi.â Ota greets the woman in Soryuâs grip.
âFuck off, Ota Kisaki.â She responds, bluntly. The artists chuckles.
âYou think youâre better for Baba than the lovely (Y/N) here? What on Earth made you think that? Because firstly, myself, Sor, Eisuke, and Mamo all prefer (Y/N) over you. You were the most possessive, controlling woman to ever enter his life - and trust me, he doesnât do possessive.â He begins, ignoring her previous statement. âSo you have some fucking nerve to lock her away and drill such lies into her pretty little head.â
Yuno growls at the young man and glares daggers at (Y/N).
âDonât look at her like sheâs prey, Yuno.â Baba states, his arm still around (Y/N). âThere was a reason I broke up with you, and thereâs a reason I donât plan on her leaving (Y/N), so donât think you have any fucking right to come in here and kidnap her and manipulate her like this.â
âShe hit me! She physically assaulted me and you wanna date a psycho like that?!â The woman cries, trying to throw her arms about, only to be stopped by the mobster.
âShe might need it one day - weâll never know.â He comments, smirking up at Soryu.
âIâm gonna teach you some basically physical attacks that may come of use to you someday. Itâs safer this way when youâre associated with us, especially dating one of us.â Soryu states, preparing himself to teach the girl.
âOkay, but you gotta start small. Iâm only a thin weakling.â She giggles.
He canât help but chuckle in response. Him and (Y/N) had become very close since she joined their team. She helps him release the very minor happiness he has, helping him keep up his consistent poker face.
Soryu smirks back at the thief before dragging the woman out of the room.
âHonestly, princess, what were you thinking?â Baba instantly asks the girl, resting his hands on either sides of her face.
âShe wouldnât shut up!â (Y/N) exclaims, falling into her loverâs embrace.
He lightly smiles and wraps his arms around her body.
âRemind me to never get on the wrong side of you, darling.â He teases, kissing her forehead.
âI love you too, princess.â
âYou think thatâs what this is about?!â (Y/N) screams. âYou think Iâm sleeping around with Eisuke fucking Ichinomiya?!â
âYes, I damn well do. Ota is going to find out and heâs going to believe me, because why would I lie to the man Iâm hopelessly in love with?!â Melanie, one of the maidâs at Tres Spades, shouts. âBesides, thereâs no logical reason as to why youâve been chosen to clean the penthouse suites. Eisuke Ichinomiya gave you that right in exchange for sexual activities of course! Youâre no better than the rest of us!â
(Y/N) groans, leaning back against the balcony of the room theyâre both currently cleaning. She hates this. She wants to just scream an explanation as to why sheâs been chosen to clean the penthouse suites, but she would never do that to the guysâ.
âBelieve what you want, Mel. I donât care, now let me back inside.â
âIâm not letting you back inside until you promise to confess to your stupid boyfriend that youâre a lying, cheating bitch!â Melanie states, adamantly.
âFirstly, heâs my fucking fiancĂ©. Secondly, I would never. Never. Lie to him, or cheat on him, or do anything that would hurt him.â (Y/N) continues to explain, trying to get past the woman blocking her way, but to no avail.
âIt doesnât even matter what you do - the truth of the matter is that heâs probably cheating on you anyway. Youâre not exactly much to be proud of.â
This makes the artistâs fiancĂ©e stop her feeble attempts of getting inside and glare back at the woman.
âYouâre a disappoi-â Sheâs interrupted by (Y/N)âs knee rising up and hitting her straight in the stomach. She gasps and stumbles backwards.
âFuck you.â (Y/N) spits, raising her leg and repeating the action.
âYouâre a psychopath,â Mel wretches, grabbing the door handle and stumbling out of the room.
(Y/N) presses the woman up against the wall just opposite the room and stares her down. If looks could kill.
âWhy donât you repeat what you said now we have an audience, hm? Since we now have Eisuke and Ota themselves watching with cautious eyes, why donât you tell them what you just told me, Melanie?â
Otaâs eyes are wide as he watches his lover threaten her fellow colleague. Heâs never seen (Y/N) angry, but itâs only adding to his attraction for her.
âWhat did she say?â Eisukeâs voice questions from the far end of the corridor.
âShe thinks Iâm cheating on Ota with you, Mr Ichinomiya.â (Y/N) responds, keeping her gaze on Melâs furious one. âShe thinks thatâs why I have the privilege of working in your penthouse suite; because youâre paying me in sexual benefits.â
âYou think that Iâd stoop as low as sleeping with my associateâs woman, Miss Rina?â He asks the maid in his hotel. Her gaze has now flickered to the hotel owner instead of (Y/N)âs ablaze eyes.
She stutters under his stare.
âN-No, sir.â She whispers.
â(Y/N),â Ota calls, prompting his girl to pull back from her threatening posture and look at him. âCome here, Koro.â He adds. She smiles and heads towards him, straight into his arms. âDonât provoke my woman, Melanie Rina.â
âIâll take it from here, Kisaki.â Eisuke comments.
âYouâre incredibly sexy when angry, Koro, but letâs not get ourselves into such situations again, hey?â
âShe had some fucking nerve.â (Y/N) grumbles. The artist only laughs and pulls his woman into a deep kiss.
âAs if Iâd let my Koro go find another owner.â
She giggles at his sly comment.
âI love you too, (Y/N).â He mutters, kissing her forehead.
âAh, Miss (Y/N). What bring you here tonight?â The office receptionist, Clara, greets.
(Y/N) know that smile though. Fake. Clara hates (Y/N) solely because the bitch has a crush on Kishi.
âIâm looking for Mamo. Heard heâs in the office today.â (Y/N) briefs.
Sheâd come to pick her fiancĂ© up and take him out for dinner since heâs been working endlessly recently.
âHeâs actually really busy at the moment. Can I pass on a message?â She asks, evidently lying straight through her teeth.
âHeâs really not though, is he? So, if you could just do your job and tell me where heâs currently working, thatâd be great.â The detectiveâs lover states, already pissed off.
âDonât tell me how to do my job, (Y/N). You think youâre a goddess because youâre marrying him, but he deserves someone so much better than you! Youâre a nobody! Useless!â
(Y/N) almost growls at the receptionistâs words. The anger must be visibly showing on her face based on Claraâs evil smirk.
âNâaw, did I hit your insecurities, sweetie?â
âShut the fuck up before I get you fucking fired.â
âDo you want me to call security? Get you thrown out? Maybe then Mamoru might realise how much better he can do.â
(Y/N) snaps at this and canât help but raise fist, ready to collide with the bitchâs face without an ounce of remorse, but her wrist is grabbed before she can move it forwards and her body is spun around, pulled into an embrace. One that smells of cigarettes and cologne.
âDonât speak to my fiancĂ©e like sheâs garbage, Ms Oswela.â The detectiveâs voice states. He barely ever has any expression or emotion in his voice, but anyone can tell that heâs angry. Some would say furious.
âMr Kishi, sir.â Is all the woman can say for herself.
âSave it. Iâll be reporting your attitude to your manager whether you like it or not.â
She gulps but Mamoru doesnât stay to hear her complaints. With his arms still wrapped around his lover, he heads toward the elevator of the office. The couple donât talk at all, until theyâre inside the carriage and heâs pressed the button to take them down to the exit.
Mamoruâs arms press (Y/N) up against the wall of the lift and he firmly plants his lips on hers, prompting a moan from her lips.
âYouâre hot when youâre feisty.â He mumbles, brushing his lips against hers before pulling her back in for a deep kiss.
âDoes Mr Detective like it when his fiancĂ©e is angry? I wouldâve thought that turned you off.â (Y/N) responds, teasingly. Her arms slide around his neck and into the back of his hair.
âItâs extremely attractive, but donât get angry too often.â
âShe provoked me.â The girl whines.
Kishi chuckles and pulls back from their heated kiss. The pair are breathing heavily.
âI know she did, baby. I heard it all, and sheâll suffer the consequences, but right now, I want to appreciate my sexy girlfriend.â
âThatâs fiancĂ©e to you.â (Y/N) teases. He chuckles in response.
(Y/N) hums in satisfaction.
âI love you too, Mamo.â