Drive Me Wild

Chapter 5 - Duke

Embarrassment couldn't begin to cover what I was feeling. I had been let down. That never usually happened, the last time someone denied me was unknown.

I watched her walk away, she looked scared, terrified even. As if she was being threatened. That kind of body language was obvious.

While I ate my food, I observed the diner. There was a tense atmosphere, and a faint sound of yelling could be heard from the kitchen area.

A man strides out of the kitchen in a sour mood. The same man who was sat on the bar stools upon entry. Tall and skinny with cropped black hair on his head. It was as if he was the male version of the little waitress. I could tell that he was the reason Abigail was so upset but it wasn't my business, a reminder of that would have to be kept.

The rest of the time that was spent eating food, I kept my head down and tried not to think about anything. As the food was finished up, I took out my wallet to pay. The meal itself wouldn't cost anything but Abbie needed a tip. I pulled out one hundred dollars in tips along with the ten dollars needed to pay for the meal.

As I got to my car, I decided that I would be attending the party after all. I needed something to forget about the little waitress my eyes had gazed upon. The thought of her alone made my cock stir, something a woman hadn't done to me in a while.

"Well if it isn't a surprise to see you here!" Damon yells, beer bottle in hand and pissed out of his mind. "I got told you weren't coming but I didn't believe them!"

I cocked an eyebrow while folding my arms over my chest. "And why is that?"

"Because you love me!" He bursts out into laughter, laughing so hard that his legs give out. I stand there watching him as he rolls around all over the floor in hysterics.

It seemed to be a common running joke of everyone saying I loved them. I didn't have time for love or that feelings for that matter.

"Well, he looks pissed." Marcello and Matteo observe in unison.

"Fuck, you two are creepy." I start. "Do you both have to talk at the same time?"

The twins both glance at each other. "We don't mean to, it's a telepathy thing." Once again spoken at the same time.

"I need to have a drink before I can deal with you two and you're creepy bullshit." I exasperate. "Where's all the alcohol stored?"

"Check the fridge." Damon comments between fits of giggles.

Walking around the house trying to find the kitchen turned out to be more difficult than I thought. Damon's house was a maze compared to any normal person's house.

"Looking for something?" A woman's voice questions, laced with desire.

I turn around to see a skinny woman with blonde hair, not my type at all, but it would do for tonight.

"I'm looking for alcohol. Unless you have something else, I could drink?" I flirt.

"I have some ideas in mind." She offers, walking over.

A groan escapes my mouth when the woman grabs my dick. It had been a while since I had been satisfied, even with my hand. My thirst needed to be quenched.

"Are there any spare rooms upstairs?" I question.

"I'm not sure."

"Go find me one," I demanded.

"Yes sir."

Her ass jiggled as she ran up the stairs and my gaze fixated on it, my dick growing bigger in my jeans. She was going to have to hurry up finding a room, I hated women that took their time with anything.