Villain Ch 1907. Brunch Plus Foreplay
Allen's laughter slipped out before he could stop it, like his body forgot he wasn't supposed to relax around people. But right now, in this moment, surrounded by food, soft lighting, and way too many bold, grinning women—he didn't care.
The kitchen smelled like grilled meat and garlic butter, with that faint spicy note from the dipping sauce Bella kept hogging. Outside, the world might still be spinning in its usual chaos. But here?
Here, it was warm. Golden.
The long, wooden table was packed with dishes—steamed rice, soy-basted ribs, grilled skewers, cucumber salad, rice cakes, salad and egg rolls that Jane kept sneaking extra of when she thought no one noticed.
Allen sat in the middle of the booth, boxed in like a king on all sides. Which, honestly, wasn't that far off from the truth.
