Mighty Soldier King

Peter happily went to the basement parking when his shift ended.

The moment he saw Bella, Peter removed his jacket excitedly. "Bella, boss, I'm coming."

He couldn't wait to see his beautiful boss sitting alone in her red Hummer in the dark garage.

Upon seeing him, Bella flipped her smooth hair and gestured her finger seductively. "Come on, I can't wait for it any longer."

Peter stopped abruptly. "What can I do for you?"

Bella curled up her lips. "You're not a beast…

You're a coward!"

Peter couldn't take it. With gusto, he banged at the car door and tried to enter forcibly.

If he had a weakness, it would be seduction from an extremely beautiful goddess. He would show her how big of a man he was.

Bang!

Something hit Peter forcibly.

Aghh!

Ahhhhhhh!

"Why did you do that?!" Peter said angrily, clutching at his stomach.

"Get in the car. We're going to a party, " Bella said, suddenly in a serious and authoritative tone once again.

Peter looked at her ambiguous expression. He thought about protesting but eventually decided to give in.

Half an hour later, they arrived at the Bluesea Hotel.

"Wait for me here while I park." Bella said, dropping him off at the hotel entrance.

He immediately noticed the attractive waitresses and their long beautiful legs.

"Peter?" He suddenly heard someone calling, which interrupted his thoughts.

He turned his head and saw a man and a woman looking back at him.

They were both young —probably around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.

While you wouldn't say that the man was handsome, he definitely looked good in a suit.

The woman wore a loose top and a fitted cotton skirt. She looked rather average, but the ensemble she wore accentuated her assets well and made heads turn.

The woman looked at Peter suspiciously as she stood close to her companion, holding his arm. She found it odd that her boyfriend would be associated with such a plain-looking man.

"I'm sorry, you are?" Although he looked familiar, Peter couldn't seem to recall who the man was.

"Oh, Peter, it's really you!" The man replied, amused. "It's me, Beck! We were classmates

y were talking about.

Peter nodded.

"Let's go inside, " Bella said, grabbing his arm and walking close to him.

The banquet was already filled with guests when they entered.

The Grand Hall was bright and spacious. The ground was covered in a white carpet that made the room look very elegant.

The waitresses looked like fairies in a scenery as they shuttled back and forth in their red dresses.

The sight of the beautiful waitresses quickly erased the earlier conversation from Peter's memory.

Bella whispered something to Peter and left.

Celebrities and high-profile personalities didn't only serve as interesting friends, but presented a big opportunity of social network. Bella would be sure to make the most out of it.

The crowd was very diverse. Generally, the most well-known were the ones who mingled the most, being the social butterflies that they were. The ones who were less prominent were more reserved, clearly doing their best to broaden their network.

Staying at the corner and munching on what the buffet offered, Peter marveled at the sights and sounds around him. He enjoyed looking at all the people and their body language, their clothes, and how it all blended with the beautiful setting.

Peter was determined not to waste the opportunity to bask at the gourmet dishes in the buffet.

As he was enjoying his food, he suddenly heard a woman crying out, "Frank, stop!" as she hit his chest.