Possessive Womanizer Husband

"Yahoo! said pouting will make a girl look pretty, but now that I look at my face, I just feel sad. Why am I not pretty? My face is too perfect to be called pretty. I am a phenomenon. I should have become a model. But my height is just five feet four inches. I am so small. It's really disheartening.

"Hey there, babe," a guy beside me said with a grin. I just looked at him and then returned my gaze to my Tosca. This guy is disgusting. I wish he had shaved his facial hair. What if he kisses someone? Won't his beard poke the girl's face? Like, duh!

"Hi there too, dude," another voice said. When I looked, I almost wanted to slump to the ground. The playboy is here, again. He placed his hand on my thigh, took my Tosca, and drank it.

"What are you doing here again?!" I asked irritably. He just grinned again before playing with the ice in his glass.

"Nothing. Just bored. Decided to stalk some girls." He said jokingly. I snatched my half-filled Tosca back from him and drank it.

"That is called an indirect kiss," he said with a grin, placing his elbow on the bar. I looked at him from head to toe. I flipped my hair before pulling my dress down to emphasize my assets.

He raised an eyebrow before laughing. "You have small..." he said, putting his hand on his chest area. I gasped before looking at my cleavage.

"What! They're not small!" I said in annoyance. He just laughed before taking another sip.

"I've seen bigger," he arrogantly stated. I just pouted and took my drink.

"Well, I have seen..." I stopped. I haven't seen a male anatomy my whole life. What should I say? If I admit that I haven't seen a male body, he'll win.

And I am Avvi Kyla Summers. I never lose a game.

"I've seen longer. And bigger. And better," I answered back. I can feel my face heating up, but I didn't show it. Instead, I turned my face the other way and saw his brother entering the bar. He quickly spotted us and approached.

I gasped. Nathaniel Falcon is a phenomenon, just like me. He's really handsome. He has these piercing gray eyes that can make any girl's underwear drop just by looking at him. I smiled at him and winked, but he just nodded at me before approaching Ethan.

"Vincent, Mama is looking for you. Aren't you going home?" Athan asked the twin. I faced Ethan, who was still focused on the girl next to him at the bar.

"Nope. I'm busy," he said absentmindedly. I just shook my head. Ethan remained fixated on the girl's thigh beside him.

Damn playboy.

"Ah. Okay. I'm leaving then. Text Mama, okay?" Athan bid farewell. Without saying anything, he walked away, and I watched him leave.

"You like my bro?" Ethan teased. I just faced him before taking another sip.

"Like is for kids, Ethan," I rolled my eyes. Shortly after, a tray of shot glasses arrived. It was placed in front of us. He smiled at me before locking eyes.

"Oh, then love?" he chuckled. I took a shot glass before shaking my head again.

I rolled my eyes. "Like duh! Yuck, you believe in that?!"

"Hell, no. Of course not," he replied. I glanced at him before nodding.

"At least we have something in common," I said, taking another shot. He followed suit.

"Really, I thought girls like you believe in fairy tales. Like Mr. Right," he teased, barely holding back laughter. I choked on my sixth glass before shaking my head.

"You say that again, and I swear, I will make you shut up," I said in irritation. Ethan's thoughts about fairy tales and Mr. Right disgusted me. Did I look like a naive twelve-year-old girl? My gosh.

"Oh, you can't make me shut up, baby," he arrogantly replied, moving his face closer. I inched mine towards him too.

"Wanna bet?" I challenged. His lips quirked up, mischief gleaming in his green eyes. He stood up and approached me.

"Sure. If I win, you'll stay at my pad tonight," he confidently said. I resisted the urge to blush at his words, meeting his gaze.

"And?"

"And I will rock your world, Babe."

I rolled my eyes. Men. They are really after only one thing. I fixed my hair before standing up. I tiptoed; even with heels, Ethan is still tall.

"Or maybe, I will be the one who will do the rocking," I teased. He gasped, especially when I wrapped my arms around his neck, touching his chest, and pressing my body against his.

He held my arms and quickly pulled me out. I silently smiled. Seriously, Ethan, in such a hurry?

We just walked until we reached his car. I made him look at me before pushing him to sit on the hood. I enclosed him with my arms before looking into his eyes.

"If I win, you will help me with Athan," I said. He raised an eyebrow before smiling.

"Do you like him?" he jokingly asked. I just shook my head and shrugged. "Athan is already in love with somebody else, Avvi."

I laughed. "So? People change, Ethan Falcon." I grinned, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

"You can't make me shut up," he said with a raised eyebrow. I brought my lips close to his before smiling. My hands went to his legs, gently massaging them.

"If I win, Ethan Falcon..." I whispered before kissing him. He responded quickly, and the next moment, I found myself sitting on the hood with him in front of me. He skillfully opened my mouth, and I moaned unknowingly.

He bit my lower lip before gently pulling away. When I opened my eyes, he was panting after our kiss. I, on the other hand, just stared at him, dumbfounded. He looked at me while I remained speechless.

I bit my lip. "So, I am a good kisser, right?" I said with a laugh. He just smirked, ran his fingers through his hair, and shrugged.

"Are you going to help me with your brother now?" I asked again. Ethan looked at me before chuckling. His fingers traced his lips as he continued to gaze at me.

"You can't make Athan love you. He's already in love with Leria."

I laughed. Love? Eew. I don't believe in that kind of thing. Athan is disgusting. Too bad, he's still hot. But oh well, I can make him forget about the girl. Another challenge.

"I don't care. I'll make him fall for me," I bravely replied. Ethan approached me again, leaning in to whisper in my ear.

"Fine. On one condition," he challenged. I looked up at him.

"You will make my brother fall for you. I'll make you fall for me," he said firmly. My eyes widened, and I couldn't find the right words.

"I won't lose to you, Babe," he grinned. He moved his lips to my ear, gently biting. I felt shivers down my body with his bite.

"Let's see who gets there first," he whispered. I swallowed hard.

I should win. I can win. The game of love is my forte. Losing is never an option for me.

"Deal," I replied confidently.