Villain Ch 33. You Are Single?!

Bella's eyes locked with Allen's, and she could feel her heart racing in her chest. There was something about him that drew her in, something that made her want to be closer to him. His voice sounded older than his age, and it was like music to her ears.

As she watched him with Alice, she could feel her mind wandering somewhere else. It was a dangerous thought, one that she knew she should push away, but she couldn't help herself. The way he moved, the way he spoke, it was like he had complete control over her.

"I need to start calling you, Daddy..." she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Unconsciously, her hands moved in front of her chest, and she could feel her face growing hot with embarrassment.

Allen couldn't help but feel confused by the reactions of the two girls before him. He had simply followed Alice's lead and thought that it would end in laughter like it had the last time. From his point of view, it had been cringe-worthy, but he had gone along with it to make her happy.

But he had not expected the girls to give him such a different reaction. Alice had been weak in his arms, her body pressed tightly against his, and Bella had been staring at him with a look of longing in her eyes.

Vivian interrupted them with a question. "A question, Allen," she said, raising her hand.

He turned to her and released Alice from his embrace. "You don't have to raise your hand. We're not in a class," he said.

She lowered her hand. "Have you ever 'done it' before?" Her face was still blushing, and she was nervously tapping her fingers together.

He smiled dryly at her, his mind flashing to his ex. "No, never," he replied, his tone nonchalant.

Alice held the side of Allen's face, her fingers gently tracing the contours of his cheekbones as she made him turn to face her. "Do you have a lover? Girlfriend? Crush?" she asked, her voice soft but serious.

He finally admitted, "I've been single for two years."

Bella's jaw dropped in shock and disbelief. "You? You're kidding, right?" she half-shouted, unable to believe that a man as attractive and charming as Allen could be single for so long.

"I hope I'm kidding," Allen replied dryly. "Unfortunately, I'm not."

Vivian looked at him curiously, her head tilted to one side. "Why?" she asked. "You don't want to be in a relationship? I mean...you look like a fine man," she added, her voice lowering to a whisper. From their first meeting, she had been struck by how handsome and friendly Allen was, and she couldn't understand why he hadn't found someone to be with.

"That's…" Allen hesitated, his mind flashing back to the memory of his last breakup two years ago. The day when he won the game tournament.

It felt like an eternity ago, but the wounds were still fresh. He tried hard to win the tournament since he knew his ex wanted a branded bag and an overseas vacation. But it was too expensive for a fresh graduate student like him, so he decided to use his gaming skills to get it.

He had poured his heart and soul into winning that tournament, hoping to surprise his ex-girlfriend with a grand prize that would have made her happy. He could still remember the adrenaline rush he felt when he finally emerged victorious, the pride he felt in himself for achieving his goal.

But when he went to her apartment to share the good news, he found her in bed with another man. It was like a punch in the gut, knocking the wind out of him. He couldn't believe it. He had trusted her, loved her, and she had betrayed him in the worst possible way.

It took him a while to process what had happened, but he knew he couldn't stay with her any longer. He left her, without any explanation or confrontation although she begged him to come back. He just walked away, feeling hurt and empty. He didn't know what to do, or where to go. All he knew was that he didn't want to stay in the same city, surrounded by the memories of their time together.

So he packed his bags and moved to a new city, where he bought a small apartment with the money from the tournament. He also bought a sports motorcycle he had always dreamed of, a sleek and powerful machine that made him feel alive.

But he couldn't escape his past completely. Everywhere he looked, he saw reminders of his ex-girlfriend. He needed a distraction, something to keep his mind occupied. That's when he started writing.

At first, it was just a way to vent his feelings, to put his pain into words. But as he wrote, he found himself getting lost in his own stories, creating worlds and characters that were far from his own reality. He wrote day and night, pouring his heart into his work. And to his surprise, people loved it. It gave him more than enough money to sustain himself.

Writing became his therapy, his passion, his purpose. He realized that he didn't need anyone else to be happy and that he could find fulfillment in his own creativity. And so, he continued to write, even after he had found a new circle of friends.

Vivian's voice cut through the stillness. "Allen?" she called out. She and the others immediately noticed the change in Allen's face the second she mentioned it. It was clear to Vivian that something had struck a deep chord within him. "If it's personal, you don't have to answer it. Sorry," Vivian quickly apologized, sensing that she had touched on something that was still raw and painful for him.

But Allen shook his head. "Don't be sorry," he said at last. "I just remembered something I shouldn't remember."