"but...I am the only one who can handle you,", she whispered. "What? handle me?" he chuckled, deeply. " you can't even satisfy me Vee... let alone handle me" he said mockingly with his eyebrow's raised, his tongue gliding over his bottom lip. I knew...
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The blue interior sparkled as the waiter took glasses of elegant and expensive wine to customers.
People were talking and laughing. The Symphonia looked more alive today.
This was people's comfort place. It gave them a kind of peace you wouldn't get at home. The Symphonia is pretty famous. People come from other countries to Brooklyn just for this amazing view.
Plus, a few cops come here to unwind and relax too, so there's no way they're going to find out about the "RED ROOM".
The more obvious, the better.
The police will never see this coming. The club that they come to enjoy every day does something illegal. They would never think from that perspective.
Rowland was gracefully serving a man in the bar, his one hand back as he leaned in front of the man in his beautiful black suit. "Welcome, what would you like to have sir?" he asked in his most professional voice.
Rowland's nice gestures went unnoticed by the man, who replied, "one whiskey. "
Rowland was used to this anyway. Nothing surprising. He had met a million men like this.
Rowland Finn was a tall and lean man with sharp features. He was a good-looking young fellow whose intentions were often pure. His hair was dark and unruly; it matched his beautiful black suit perfectly.
He worked as a bartender in "The Symphonia," yet he knew about "The Tespodia," or the "red room," as they all called it.
That's some dangerous shit. He didn't want to get involved in all those things.
He was actually interested in fighting, but life doesn't always go our way, does it? He wasn't like all the other fighters though; no lip rings, no tottoos, no muscles.
Yes, he didn't like attention all that much. So basically, he was just an average Joe who had average height, average looks, and average body. He was happy like that anyway. Who needs attention? Not this guy.
His family was rich. But he was still working. Apparently, having parents who are that rich does something to a person. He works as a bartender to escape from from home, just like all the other men over here.
