Forced Marriage with Ceo

The car owner slamming the door could be heard as he arrived at the parking lot of a famous nightclub in the city center. He parked his car carelessly and quickly walked into the club. He sat down at a bar table.

"One vodka," he ordered the bartender.

The bartender, Joan, just smiled at her guest tonight. A man named Keanu Archer, Kean as he was called was a regular at the elite club-the customer who had become close friends with Joan.

"That's a really wrinkled face," Joan said as he put down Kean's ordered drink.

Kean sipped her drink without responding to Joan's words. The problems he was facing made her head feel dizzy.

"It's been so long since you've been here. Where have you been for the past four months?" Joan asked again, but Kean still didn't answer. Kean's eyes were fixed on the club DJ, a beautiful woman. Her sexy appearance and lovely face made Kean stare at her unblinkingly, and it was difficult to look away.

This was Kean's first time seeing this woman. Her movements looked very agile as she played music that made the dancers on the dance floor twirl their bodies.

"Her name is Alen. But don't expect to be bothered by her because she's very difficult to conquer," Joan said when he saw Kean's eyes fixed on Alen.

"Nice name, and pretty like her," Kean murmured, the corners of his lips forming a faint smile that made Joan widen her eyes. This was the first time Kean had been interested in and complimented a woman directly.

"She's not usually the one here." After sitting in the club for a long time, Kean finally responded to Joan's words. Kean was curious about the woman.

"Hmmm, she's only been here for three months. More precisely, since you never came here again. Her performance has always been good," Joan said as she poured a drink into her guest's empty glass.

"Give me a description of her," said Kean as he turned around to watch Alen's performance. She looked very good at playing disco music, as evidenced by the sea of people enjoying her music as they swayed on the dance floor.

"She's still well awake and is an IT student at one of the best universities in the city." Kean nodded her head as he heard Joan's words. A sweet smile appeared at the corner of his lips as if he understood what Joan meant, especially when he heard where Alen was studying.

Conquering that woman would be challenging, but it wouldn't be a problem for a man like Kean because he loved challenges, especially those related to conquering a woman. Kean was determined to destroy the woman named Alen, no matter what it took.

"So hot." Those were the only words Kean could use to describe Alen's appearance. Those two words already represented everything.

Kean's gaze did not leave Alen. Kean looked at her with a furrowed brow as he tapped his finger on the table. He was still watching her until she disappeared behind a room.

"The hour's up," Joan said before Kean could ask more questions about Alen. Joan seemed to understand what Kean's gaze meant to her.

Kean quickly paid the bill in a drunken stupor.

"Straight home, Al?" asked Joan as he saw Alen walk past him.

"Yes, Jo. I'll go first," Alen said. The girl zipped up her jacket.

"Can you help me for a while, Al?" Joan looked at Alen expectantly.

"What's wrong?" Alen frowned at Joan's words. She glanced at the watch on his left wrist. It was already eleven o'clock at night.

"You take this man to the hotel for a while. I've checked in on his behalf. He looks very drunk and definitely can't drive. Can't you?" Joan looked at Alen pleadingly.

"But, Jo. I have to go home now. You drop her off," replied Alen, who felt lazy about dealing with this when checking in at the hotel, especially if the one being delivered was as drunk as he was.

Not a few club workers were happy with the moment, but none of that applied to Alen. He was the most resistant to dealing with visitors, who came with a wrinkled face and went home in a state of severe intoxication.

Perhaps because her intention from the beginning was not to earn money in a dirty way, it made Alen continue to avoid every time a naughty seduction approached her.

Just like tonight, Alen stared at Kean, who was also staring at her with narrowed eyes. The pungent smell of alcohol emanated from the man's body. Alen's brow furrowed sharply at the fact that the man still looked handsome despite his messy hair and disheveled face.

"I have to work, Al. Come on, just this once. Please!" begged Joan with a hopeful face.

"Ah, you're just giving me a hard time," Alen grumbled as he nodded reluctantly.

"Thank you, Al. Tonight, you saved my life." Joan smiled with happiness. He couldn't imagine what Kean would do if he knew he was being ignored at the club, which made Joan desperate to help the handsome, influential man.

Likewise, Kean dared to come alone without his assistant because there was Joan, who would save him if he got too drunk. Kean also didn't want him to end up in the hands of a woman of the night.

"Help me," Alen grumbled when she had to carry Kean out of the club.

"I'll help, okay," Joan said obediently. The man quickly left his work for a while. Joan swiftly carried Kean's staggering body. Kean seemed to have drunk heavily, but he was still strong enough to walk to her car.

They walked quickly and soon exited the club. However, their footsteps suddenly stopped when they saw a sickening sight.

A man was blocking their way, and their eyes looked at Alen. Kean just stood where he was without doing anything. Besides being dizzy, he wanted to see what Alen would do in this threatening situation.