However, before Rebecca could slap the bastard away, Oliver appeared before her and slapped the man across the face in an instant, making him stumble back.
"Ungh..." The man groaned from the powerful hit and turned to look at his attacker with angry eyes.
"Hey, what the fuck are you—" He cursed out loud but was instantly shut up when Oliver punched him in the face, sending him flying right off of the floor and crashing straight into the people dancing next to them.
As soon as this happened, everyone around them stopped dancing and looked towards the commotion as they whispered among each other, wondering what had happened.
One of them recognized that the man who was getting beaten up was the clientele that he wanted to impress for his new product line.
"Shit! What the fuck is wrong with you!? Stop it! Stop it! Why the hell would you do that, idiot!? Are you out of your goddamn mind!?" The person hurriedly rushed towards the man, trying to help him up from the ground while shouting at Oliver in an annoyed voice.
However, Oliver wasn't even listening to him as he called the manager over, "Hey, manager! Could you please throw the trash from the booth next to mine away from the club? There are some annoying insects trying to bite my woman."
Oliver said while glaring daggers at the bastard who touched Rebecca without permission.
"Uh? Who... who the hell are you talking about?"
The person who got hit by Oliver was too busy trying to hold his bleeding nose and check whether any of his teeth were loose. So when he heard what Oliver said, he was dumbfounded as he looked at Oliver incredulously.
Yet before he could speak up, two security guards arrived at the scene and began escorting all the people from the booth to the exit.
They were both strong-looking men wearing dark suits and carrying batons.
Seeing that they came to take them out, the bastard started yelling out angrily. "What the fuck!? Do you know who I am?! Let go of me!"
He tried to fight the guards but got hit in the stomach with a baton and was sent crashing onto the ground from the force of the blow.
After that, he stopped struggling and stayed still, staring up at Oliver with hatred written all over his face as he was dragged away with everyone else.
While they were taken outside, Oliver stood beside Rebecca, holding her hand gently as he turned to smile at her.
"Hey, are you alright? He didn't hurt you or anything, right?" He asked as he looked at her worriedly, his face filled with concern for her.
Hearing him speak to her with a gentle tone made Rebecca's heart beat faster, making it clear to her just how worried he was about her safety.
It warmed her heart knowing how much he cared for her well-being.
"No, no... I'm fine... It's just that he took advantage of me..." Rebecca explained, embarrassed, while staring into Oliver's eyes.
Upon hearing her words, Oliver immediately turned back to face the guards.
"Hey, take the asshole to the alley and break both of his hands and feet so that he can't touch any other woman against her will ever again."
Oliver spoke loudly for everyone nearby to hear, causing everyone, including Rebecca, to gasp in shock.
When the security guards heard his request, they glanced at each other and nodded once before dragging away the struggling bastard, who was screaming non-stop as he kept begging for mercy.
However, no one dared stop them when they heard how serious Oliver's voice sounded, because they knew very well what would happen to anyone who tried interfering with him.
After all, with just one call the manager was able to throw away the whole VIP section where that bastard was at without even raising a fuss.
This proved how much influence Oliver had over this place, which was one of the hottest clubs in the city.
And since no one wanted to mess with him, they could only watch helplessly as the guards escorted them out of the club.
Once they were gone, everyone calmed down and looked at Oliver with a little fear in their eyes.
"Now, where were we?" He spoke, turning back to face them and smiling brightly.
Seeing his charming smile, everyone quickly regained their composure as they realized that Oliver was back to being friendly again.
Maya, who stood nearby with the other girls, approached Oliver and said, "We can resume what we were doing, but don't you think you are being a little too much? What if that bastard starts targeting us to take revenge, huh?"
She sounded annoyed as she spoke with her arms crossed under her big chest, giving Oliver a disapproving look, which he just ignored.
Oliver placed an arm around Maya's waist while reaching with his free hand towards her heavy chest, where he played with her boobs without hesitation.
"Well, then you just have to stay beside me to keep yourselves safe, isn't that right?" He grinned as he teased her pink, hard nipple that made her moan softly when he pinched and rolled it between his fingers.
"Ahhhnn... Fuck... That's a given..." Maya moaned and leaned her body closer to Oliver while hugging his neck tightly.
As the sexy blonde beauty looked at him with such a seductive look in her eyes, he couldn't resist kissing her soft, rosy lips that were parted slightly open because of the sensations he gave her from her breasts.
Oliver slid his tongue into her mouth and started exploring it while she tried her best to match up his movements.
When their lips separated, Oliver turned to Rebecca and noticed how she was still wearing her clothes that covered up her sexy curves and attractive body lines.
So he gave her a sweet smile and whispered into her ear with an excited voice. "Why are you still wearing so many clothes, Rebecca? Let me see your amazingly sexy body!"
Rebecca, who got startled when she felt his hot breath against her ear, nodded her head as her face flushed a bright shade of red.
"Ah, um... Okay... But this is really embarrassing to do this... in public..." She said as she shyly removed her clothes, revealing her curvy, sexy figure.
As soon as she took off all of her clothes, Oliver placed a hand on her shoulder and guided her towards the couch, while the other women got into position around him.
[Please support me. There aren't many supporters, and if it continues, I won't be able to write this story anymore.]