Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a taxi stopped in front of a high-end villa in the southern suburbs of London. A tall, thin woman wearing sunglasses, a long coat, and a fedora got out of the car, holding a black Leisure bag, come to the gate of the villa.

The door opened, and a young man wearing a gray sweater and jeans came out. The man was unusually burly, with curly black hair and an aquiline nose. His facial muscles were tight and his lines were firm. A pair of gray-blue eyes shone coldly.

"Vincent, you have been in Europe for almost two years, and you are finally willing to come see me." The man opened his arms to the visitor.

"Kusta, it's safe for both of us not to see you." Vincent took off his glasses, took off his hat, shook his head, and his blond hair cascaded down. He stood at the door without moving until Kusta put his Arm retracted.

"Then what are you doing here now? Are you not afraid of danger?" Kusta stared at Vincent quietly, took the bag in his hand, and helped him take off his coat and scarf.Vincent was wearing an off-white high-necked cable cashmere sweater and a black short leather skirt with a wrap-around hip. Between the knee-length leather boots and the short skirt, moist and slender thighs were exposed.

"What am I here for, you understand." He replied coldly, and walked into the living room with Kusta. The fireplace was burning vigorously, and the room was as warm as spring.

Vincent sat down on the single sofa, leaned against the back of the sofa, and raised his legs gracefully.

"Coffee or red wine?" Kusta walked to the hall cabinet.

"wine."

Custa took out a bottle of Romanee-Conti, opened it, took out two goblets, and walked to the tea table.He poured two and a half glasses of wine and handed one to Vincent.

"This is your favorite wine. I've been saving it for you. Finally, I have the opportunity to open it." Kusta walked up to Vincent and put his right hand on his shoulder: "Vincent, you are getting better and better." The more beautiful it is!"

Vincent pushed Kusta's hand away, and Kusta sat down opposite him.

Vincent drank the wine in his glass in one gulp.

"You are still so bold when you drink!" Kusta also picked up the wine glass, drank the wine in the glass, poured half a glass for each of them, and said, "Old classmate, you don't look good, come to me in person, in the end What's the matter?"

Vincent took out a cigarette, and Kusta opened the drawer of the tea table, threw away the lighter, and reached for the ashtray.

Vincent lit the cigarette with a "snap", took a puff, threw the lighter on the tea table, and replied expressionlessly: "Come, please stop!"

Holding an ashtray in his hand, Kusta looked at Vincent and laughed: "Hahaha, Vincent, you and I have been classmates for many years, and you still don't know me? Once I start, I will definitely finish it!"

Vincent lowered his face: "You mean, you want to live with me?"

After hearing this sentence, Kusta immediately changed his color, slammed the ashtray on the tea table, flicked his thumb in front of Vincent, and asked sharply: "Vincent, you want to work hard for him and me? Are you How long have you known him? I have followed you for so many years and worked hard for you, but I have never entered your heart?"

"I have a business relationship with you! There are a lot of people who do business with me, and I don't need to take them all into my heart." Vincent spat out a smoke ring disdainfully, and flicked the ash into the ashtray.

"But, Vincent, don't forget, it was you who said you wanted to avenge your father, so I was recruited by the CIA to participate in training, and then I deliberately broke away from the CIA in violation of discipline, with the purpose of killing people for you!" Kusta said .

"Hmph, I said to avenge my father, but I didn't say that you must do it. If you want to do it, I will pay the market price. I don't owe you anything." Vincent said coldly.

"I donated all the 500 million you paid back to my alma mater in your name." Kusta's indifferent gaze suddenly softened, and he stared sadly at Vincent's face: "Vincent, you owe me, I owe you a heart that loves you for so many years! I followed you to Europe, abandoned my profession, stayed away from my family, and watched you alone in this remote corner, but I could only wait for you to send me the killing order. I watched helplessly Seeing you messing around with faceless and brainless men one after another, wasting your precious youth under the glamor and luxury, my heart is so painful. It is hope that supports me to wait here! What you are living now This kind of arrogant and lustful life overdraws your future, and one day, you will be so devastated that there is nowhere to hide, at that time, only I will embrace you, protect you, and bring your future into my life!"

"Kusta, you think too much. Even if I really lose the world, I won't bother you." Vincent put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "Stop talking nonsense between us, You just tell me, can't you stop?"

Custa sneered: "Vincent, you should know me as much as I know you. We are the same kind of people in our bones. If your kid falls in love with someone else, will you stop?"

Vincent was silent for a while, and said, "You mean that you won't agree to any conditions?"

"You really want to negotiate terms for him?" Kusta showed a strange expression.

"Of course, as long as I can." Vincent replied.

"Okay, then you take off your clothes now and let me go, and come here once a month in the future, let me have a good time, relieve my pain of lovesickness, and I will spare that boy."

After hearing this, Vincent laughed with a "puchi" and said, "Kusta, you have also learned how to tell jokes."

"Vincent!" Kusta roared: "You have been with so many people, why can't you be with me?"

"Sorry!" Vincent stopped laughing: "I have a principle, never mix with business partners."

"But I have never regarded you as a business partner. I took your job because I have feelings for you. I know you like men's muscles. Look, I practiced them for you." Kusta stood up, with both hands He crossed his arms and took off his sweater, revealing a perfect and strong upper body comparable to that of a bodybuilder. He clenched his fists and shook his muscular muscles flamboyantly.

He walked up to Vincent, pulled him up from the sofa, pressed his right hand to his chest with both hands, looked into his watery eyes, and said affectionately: "Vincent, I love you! I love you! You don’t have to kill that kid, and you don’t have to undress me, but you have to promise me that you won’t associate with him anymore. I can bear you hanging out with anyone, but I can’t bear you loving someone, as long as you stop loving him , do not love anyone, I will always be here silently guarding you."

Vincent withdrew his hand, shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, Kusta, it's my freedom to love or not."

"Vincent, wake up!" Kusta became furious again, he put his hands on Vincent's shoulders, and shook him desperately: "Let your heart out, people will have weaknesses, what you do, You are not allowed to have weaknesses! That kid will drag you into the fire pit sooner or later and destroy everything about you!"

After shaking for a while, Kusta stopped his hands and softened his tone: "Vincent, you are a smart man, you should understand that I killed him to protect you!"

Vincent fixed his mind, and replied decisively: "Thank you for your trouble, I am willing to fall into the hands of whom I am willing! If you want to kill him, you choose to fight against me. Today we will make a decision. Either you die or I die. !"

Vincent bent down, took out a new pair of unopened cards from the black bag he was carrying, and patted it into Kusta's hand: "Drawing cards is life and death!"

Kusta picked up the cards, weighed them in his palms, and smiled sinisterly: "Vincent, you will take advantage. Betting on life and death with the gambling king, isn't it just announcing that I will die?"

"Hmph, betting life and death with the killer, didn't I come too? I'm right in front of you, and you can kill me at any time before we decide the death card." After Vincent finished speaking, he took out a hand from his bag. //Gun, stick// into Kusta's waistband.

"Vincent, are you determined to fight me to the death?" Kusta fiddled with the handle of the gun with his right hand, his eyes flashed with vicious murderous intent.

"That's right! Anyone who wants to touch the person I love must first step over my dead body." Vincent replied decisively.