The Billionaire's Kept Woman

Chapter 191 - Another Cat Fight

Tracey liked the plan of luring Wendy. Wendy has been trying hard to get into Alessandro's office building. So, she deliberately went to the reception a few meters beside Wendy. Ian was just behind Tracey who will probably catch Wendy's claw if ever she hurts Tracey.

"Hi, I have an appointment with President De Alegre." Tracey smiled at the receptionist.

The receptionist checked it.

"Yes, Miss De Novo." The receptionist smiled as the guard in the reception tapped the access card and let her in.

"You bitch." Wendy scoffed as Tracey turned to her and smirked.

"This is purely business, Wendy. It's also nice to see you." Tracey wiggled her fingers and turned back. "This man is with me," Tracey told the security.

They take the elevator and Ian patted her head since they are alone.

"Good job, baby."

"Ugh, I want to scratch her face badly." She mumbled.

"You can do that." He reached her fingers. "You have healthy thick nails."

"Are you letting me scratch her? You know that she'll get angry and will go after me." Tracey was anxious about that reason. That woman is a psychopath. A murderer.

"Yeah. I'm here baby." He hugged her and kissed her cheeks. "I'll treat you better." He grinned.

"You better…" She giggled.

It didn't take long when they reached President De Alegre's office. The secretary let them in and gave them privacy.

"Uncle!" Alessandro exclaimed and hugged Ian as the two men tapped each other's back. "Trace!" Alessandro kissed her cheek like a normal greeting. "So, what made you both come in here?"

"I will take my seat," Tracey said and slouched on the sofa. "You have a very loyal fan down there."

Alessandro laughed as he reached for his tablet to check it.

"Oh, I received a message from my wife. Are you planning to have a catfight with that girl?" Sandro frowned. "If you get hurt, I am sure that my wife will nag me."

"I have a muscular bodyguard here." Tracey pointed to Ian who showed his muscles to Alessandro.

Still, Alessandro shook his head.

"I can't believe the two of you! Well, good luck with that."

Alessandro took the paper bags of expensive shoes that his wife bought and gave them to Tracey.

"Wow, thank you."

Tracey checked it and her eyes widened.

"These are the latest Louboutin shoes!" She exclaimed. "Oh, I love it so much."

She quickly took out the pair of black shoes and fit them to her.

"You love it that much?" Ian crossed her arms. "How about a yacht?" Ian asked again.

"Do you have a yacht?" She asked, not paying that much attention as she checked the other bags.

"Yeah. I have two."

"Oh, good for you."

Ian frowned and looked at Alessandro who shrugged. She fit the shoes and walked around Alessandro's office and took a photo of her shoes in the full mirror where Alessandro was a photo bomber behind her. She even showed the new bag that Keira bought for her. Then, she slumps back on the sofa and posts it, deliberately tagging Alessandro and Keira.

"There!" She giggled. "Let's go, Ian."

Ian rolled his eyes and held the bags for her. At the time that they left the De Alegre Empire Company, Ian stayed close with her as the valet had their car. Since Tracey was also part of the stockholder of the De Alegre Company, they treated her like a VIP.

"So, where to?" Ian asked. "Bar." She smirked at him. "I am sure that Wendy will be there. Not to mention that she's following us."

"Isn't it early to go to the bar?" He creased his brows.

"We can go somewhere to have dinner. Then, let's detour to my unit so I could freshen up."

"Uh, this is something," Ian said as he checked the rear mirror.

"They won't put a bomb in my unit right?"

"Nope. Your unit was fully secured and if they did that, I am sure that Wendy's Empire will be all over the news."

"How?" She asked and placed her hand on his thigh.

"We have cameras and we can identify the bomb. We will release information about them since you are also an important person. Everyone knows about the big clash between the Golden Age and the Charles Empire." He sighed.

"Golden Age is your Empire, right?"

"Yeah,"

"Why didn't you inherit it?"

He held her hand over his thigh.

"That's because I have no interest in the business. Besides, I received a monthly allowance without working in that company." He grinned. "I receive fifty thousand every month. Isn't that good? Plus, my brother also set up stock for me and I also received a profit from it."

"Ah, so you don't have to work?"

"Don't worry. I have money in my bank account. I can feed you and we can have a luxury trip around the world."

Tracey only laughed.

The couple had their early dinner and went to Tracey's unit to dress up. She used the new purse with pepper spray that Ian gave to her.

"How do I look?" Tracey asked and showed her curvy body. She had that thin waist and in Ian's eyes, she grew boobs and had wider hips. The dress was too little and too fit but she plans to wear it. She reached for her trench coat and gave it to him. Ian felt hot after seeing her in that outfit. He hugged her waist from behind and kissed her neck.

"I might not let you go, baby girl." He grumbled.

"Ian~" She called. "Stop that. You might ruin my dress." Her cheeks were bright red and her body started heating up. "Ian…" She whispered with a moan.

"Baby, are you seducing me?"

"Alright, I want you right now."

The couple head to the club and she already noticed Wendy sitting on the VIP balcony area. Ian stayed behind her as they went to the bar counter to order their first drink. She ordered a cocktail while he ordered a soda. Then, Tracey snuggled with him and pressed her butt to his crotch. It did something to Ian and this is one way to tease him. The barman served it to them as she reached Ian's hand and they walked to the VIP balcony area just next to Wendy.

The waitress approached them as they ordered their food and drinks.

"You have to eat first before the catfights." Ian said as they waited for twenty minutes as their food

The whole time, Wendy was staring at them while she's enjoying her wine. Three bodyguards are behind her, probably class B assassins. They were murmuring to Tracey. They are probably asking for Ian's identity. Ian finished his soda and caressed Tracey's legs under the table. Then, their food came as they enjoyed their food and drink. Then, a song came up and she started dancing in front of Ian and she even sat down on his lap. That's when Wendy approached, smacked her hands on the table, and leaned over.

"You are that slutty girl who pretends to be Keira's friend. Am I right?" Wendy confronted.

Tracey scoffed and rolled her eyes as she stood.

"I am Keira's friend. We simply share Alessandro. If you become friendly towards Keira, she might have let you touch Sandro."

Wendy's body tensed up as her hand raised to slap Tracey but her hand was fast to block it.

"What? Are you jealous again?" Tracey was deliberately trying to annoy Wendy.

The crazy woman pulled the table and poured everything and she screamed at Tracey. Her fist was clenched ready to punch Tracey but before the fist landed on her face, Ian quickly caught it and pulled Tracey away from her. Wendy smirked and stepped forward as she reached Ian's face.

"What a handsome man?"

Tracey quickly pushed Wendy's hand from Ian's face.

"Don't you dare touch my man?"

Wendy scoffed with those wild eyes and her other hand quickly grabbed Tracey's hair.

"You are the first one who touched my man!"

Tracey held Wendy's wrist tightly and dug her nails to her wrist. Ian was about to attack Wendy since Tracey looked hurt and struggling. Lots of people already surrounded them and it's quite embarrassing. Also, Wendy's men are trying to stop Ian. He grabbed Wendy's hand from Tracey's hair and pressed the vital point that made Wendy start losing her energy.

He quickly protected Tracey from being hit by one of Wendy's bodyguards.

"Miss." One of the bodyguards pulled Wendy as she slapped the man with her other hand.

"Kill them!" She screamed like a wreck brain in front of so many people.

Ian pulled Tracey to his back.

"Stay there."

One of the bodyguards quickly attacked using his fist and Ian caught it as he hit his elbow. The cracking of the arm could be heard and he punched the man directly in the middle, between his ribs, the man fell, losing his energy with a broken arm. One of the bodyguards glared at Ian.

"This is too much." The bodyguard said. "Take Miss Wendy."

The bouncer arrived as the bodyguards grabbed Wendy and their injured comrade. Wendy kept on screaming like a spoiled brat. Then, Ian took out the money from his wallet and signed the water as he paid for the damages and the food waste.

"Fuck," Tracey grumbled.

Ian put the trench coat over her head and he reached her purse. He carried her like a bride out from the bar to the parking lot.

"Okay, you need to learn how to be fast," Ian said.

"Ian, I am injured."

"I know," Ian said looking at her cute adorable face although her hair was a mess.

"It's embarrassing too."

Ian kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry. I am here."