The Escort

Chapter Four

(Nikolai)

It's been two weeks since I've seen Zara. I can't get her off of my mind. She's just so...ugh. She is just perfect. She's sweet, funny, polite, intelligent, beautiful, and she has class. I've never really been fond of black girls. I've always been an Asian person, but she is something else.

Maybe it's just me, but she's kind of mysterious. What am I saying? She's a straight forward person. I've never had someone be so straight forward with me. I mean she slapped me and all I could think about was getting her naked. Her body is just amazing. Too good to be true. She probably used a waist trainer, but I don't care.

Her silky, long black hair cascaded down to her navel. Her dress showcasing her curves. The whole night she had me along with every man that saw her in a trance. I felt privileged to have had such a beauty by my side.

Now onto the real source of my problems. I did not bone her. I don't know how and I don't know why, but I didn't. The whole night I was preparing for her. I mean I felt like she wanted it too. She kept cooing, rubbing my arm, and batting her thick lashes at me. Not to mention the fact that she bounced on my lap when she won the poker game. Wait, she probably didn't mean to but still. She needs to be careful. With an ass like hers she can't just bounce it on people's laps. That is a serious temptation. Oh but when she stood up. An ass has never been so close to my face before and I loved it. It was just glorious.

Anyway tonight this exclusive club is having this thing. I'm always invited but never go. I do intend on going. It gives me a reason to see Zara again.

I enter the building. The women look at me and I smile. My eyes scan the room for Candice. Once spotted I make my way over to her.

"Candice." I say. She whips around slapping me in the face with her extensions. She greets me with a warm smile.

"This is a first. I've never seen you here without your father." She says. I nod slightly. "There's no need for a showcase. Take your pick." She says.

"I want Zara. Where is Zara?" I ask. Anger and confusion mix on her face. The women all look mad.

"What about Eleanor? She's a classic and all the men love her." She says, gesturing to Eleanor.

"No, I'm requesting Zara. Now where is she?" I ask.

"Sorry babe but someone already took her for the night. I'm free though." The redhead says.

"Um no thanks. Candice do you know where Zara is?" I ask.

"Yes but I can't tell you." Candice says.

"Why not?"

"Confidentiality agreement for my customers. Try another time kid." I groan then turn around and leave. This means I got all dressed up for nothing. I might as well go to the event. I'm not going to waste an outfit.

The bodyguard opens the door to the club and I walk in. It reeks of cologne, alcohol, and cigars. One reason why I never come when invited. Just a club full of mostly old men who are loud, rude, and arrogant.

I make my way to the bar then sit on the stool. The bartender makes his way to me.

"What can I get you?" The man asks.

"A glass with ice along with a bottle of Jack Daniels." I say. He nods then makes my order. I slip him a fifty then pour the Jack Daniels in the glass. Slowly, I sip it. Letting it heat my tongue and throat. It leaves a small after affect on me.

"Can I get a Gin and Tonic, please?" A feminine voice asks. I glance to my left and see Zara. My heart starts racing. Wow she is stunning. She's wearing a red bandage dress with straps and it stops right above her knee. Micheal Kors wedges, dangling earrings, a gold bracelet, red lipstick, and her hair is in a bun. Very sexy but classy.