343 Who's Your Daddy?

Noah stood ramrod straight after seeing the glint flash in Katherine's eyes. Her beautiful face matched with a fierce gaze made her look taunting yet he didn't take her seriously. If anything, it only amused him how this woman tried so hard to appear scary but judging by the curves on her body and the pretty nails that she had on her fair hands, he didn't think she could do anything more than a slap. 

Shrugging, he popped a cigarette to his mouth and lit it up, his arrogant nature showing as he responded, "I'm just telling the truth. We don't want women to hurt themselves. Don't take it personally."

Styles was already suppressing his laugh that his nose hurt. He sneaked a glance at Katherine and saw her smile getting brighter by the minute that she began to look a little scary, making him gulp. His Queen hated it when men stereotype females. This Noah was really going to get it today and Styles regretted that he didn't bring a bag of popcorn with him.

"I'm giving you a chance to take that back. Or I may have to force it out of you. And you don't want that to happen." Katherine's soft voice was like a caress, like a mother talking to her child. 

However, Styles knew all too well that this was the calm before the storm. The calmer she appeared, the heavier the thunderstorm. This was still on the Level 1 level of calm but even so, he believed that Katherine was just as destructive.

Noah laughed at Katherine's attempt to look daunting. He found it amusing. "Please, Miss…" He took a long drag from his cigarette and blew it to the side as he continued, "Why don't you just go back inside and we'll stay out here. Let us do our jobs to protect you."

Relaxing her face, Katherine had an unreadable expression as she contemplated. If she turned around and left this man as if nothing happened, who knows what else would he keep saying behind her back? She didn't mind gossip from time to time but what she hated was when people underestimated her. And this asshole of a man just insulted women.

Turning to Styles, she lifted a brow up and saw Styles raise one finger up. 'One hundred bucks?' she quirked her head to the side and glanced at Noah again. "Your name's Noah, right? I'm Katherine. My friend made a bet with you earlier, didn't he? Are you up for it?"

Noah chuckled, taking another pull of his cigarette. "That's okay… you don't need to hurt yourself for this," he answered, the smoke escaping his lips as he spoke. 

Katherine skimmed his height and deduced that he was a few inches taller than her but he was definitely shorter than Damien. He had a tan skin, a sharp nose, and a pair of deep-set green eyes. 

She was certain that she could take him down so she dug a hand in her pocket, retrieved a hair tie and proceeded to bring her hair up into a ponytail. She didn't want her long hair to get in the way later. 

Katherine didn't know how much these men earn daily but she knew that Damien paid his employees handsomely and she was also aware of the average hourly rate of bodyguards. These men could be earning more in a day but earning two hundred dollars easily should entice him. She had to teach this guy a lesson — her palms are itching to do so.

Noah threw his head back laughing at Katherine's remark. He couldn't believe the nerve of this woman, trying so hard to prove herself. He already knew that this wasn't going to end well so why did she still want to drag this out? He shook his head, disbelief written all over his face as he assessed Katherine's figure. This woman looked like the catwalk models he had seen on TV. What nonsense was she spouting? 

He figured that he could humor her and win easy money with no sweat. With a sly smile on his face, he responded, "Alright… But don't you go crying back to your daddy later. You know... if you broke a nail or something." He drew his cigarette and blew smoke up in the air, disappearing when the wind caught it.

Katherine matched the smile on his face with her foxy ones, "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. What you should worry about though is yourself… You know… If you break a tooth or something."

"You're cocky, Sister. So how do you wanna do this? I don't really hit women—"

"Too bad. I don't have a problem hitting women… or men." 

In the blink of an eye, Katherine twisted her hips at the same time that she raised her knee and kicked Noah sideways, her foot hitting the middle section of his abdomen which sent him flying in the air before he landed on some crates.

Felix, who didn't want to be part of what was going on earlier, was leaning against the wall on the side. But when he saw Katherine's swift attack, he pushed himself off the wall and stood straight, looking at Noah who was groaning on top of the crates. 

He then turned his head and studied the expression on Katherine's face. The playful smirk on her earlier disappeared and was replaced by a menacing stare. She looked totally like a different person. Who was this woman? Damien didn't tell him a lot of things especially since what happened back at her penthouse in the morning was all very sudden. He didn't want to pry so he didn't ask questions and only followed orders.

But this Katherine… She's really surprising.

Noah managed to get up, spitting out the cigarette from his mouth and chuckling. He couldn't believe that he got kicked just now. And by a girl no less! He didn't expect that she would suddenly attack while they were still talking. How cunning!

"Huh. You got lucky. Where'd you learn that from? The Cosmo magazine? Or from your girlfriends at the salon?" Noah was now irritated. He couldn't accept that he just got kicked by a girl! He must admit that her kick did have some power to it but he refused to believe that she could do more than just that. Surely that was all she knew, right?

"Trust me, Noah… There's nothing lucky about me. Are we doing this or what?" she probed, raising her hands up on an on-guard position with one hand forward and the other close to her face.

Noah removed the gun on his holster and set it on top of a crate before he went to stand a few meters in front of Katherine. "Fine. But only one round and I don't want to see you cry." A smug look on his face showed how amused he was at her. "Also… When I win, you must admit 'Who's your daddy?'" 

Katherine didn't say anything. Instead, she opened her hand with the palm facing her, gesturing her fingers in a way that looked like she was saying a silent command of 'come at me'.