XXX Chronicles

Chapter 7

Hours later, way later, I had no earthly clue how I ended up at the club.  I remembered being livid when I saw her leave with the little dark haired dweeb. After she just about came standing there in the bathroom, basically begging for me to kiss her.  She could try and play it cool all she wanted, but I could see it, feel it, smell it: she wanted me.  She wanted me something awful- and the reason I knew was because my desire for her was the mirror image of that flame in her eyes. Well, maybe I lusted after her just a little bit more.  My dick was in danger of suffocation the whole time we traded insults. And then her body against me…her surrender…shit…

Obviously, she could dish it out but not take it. Cut and run.  Here I thought she was tougher.  She made some bullshit excuse and the rehearsal went on without her.  Her mother actually filled in for her, and I wondered how this absolutely ice cold woman had given birth to Lisa Marie. Well, to tell the truth, the little princess also had given me the cold shoulder, but by now I knew better.  I had stood next to that hidden cauldron, her heat singing my skin.  And that was not all, there was some inner fire I sensed.  Something he had seen glimmers of in John’s office- and something that shone like a ghost trough the triple layers of ice.  There also was an odd shadow in her eyes- as if she had been hurt and was on guard.  A sweetness she doused in vinegar to throw people off her scent. 

Or, maybe you just gotta fool yourself to not feel like such a crazy idiot for lusting after someone cold and calculating again.

All this still did not explain me downing vodkas served by my old buddy Jim. After the “nice to see you again, Sir,” Jim had started to look at me with …well, something that almost looked like pity.  What the heck was that about? I wasn’t to be pitied! I was the one of the richest and most influential people in the world. I could do anything I wanted.  And right now I chose to sit in an empty lounge, listening to jazz, and drinking in the dark. I’m such a winner!  I had an answer for frigging everything.

Except explain why in the world you are here. Or why you wish with every fiber in your body and soul that she would appear.  Or that Jim would hand you one of her notes. 

“I thought I’d find you here. You were gone like a ghost after the rehearsal dinner.”

Now, him I had not wished for. My magical fairy godmother must be hard of hearing my unspoken prayers. Or her eyes were giving out and she could not read my thoughts correctly.

David.  Now, here was someone who was definitely on my shitlist and probably should worry about being close to me now.  I was not as restrained- the vodka had started to knock the shackles off the angry giant.

“And it was your mission to follow me?”

David sat down totally uninvited. I shot him a look. He remained undeterred.

“Not my mission. I thought we needed to talk, man.”

I gave him an empty laugh and signaled for another drink. For myself. He could get his own. If he could afford it.

“Now you wanna talk?  What you wanna talk about, friend?”

David just looked at me with his weird bug-eyes. No, he was not gonna make me feel guilty. I was the injured party here. I briefly wondered how he had recognized me…  I almost laughed.  I was so not incognito and even if I had been, he knew me, of  course. My rational mind was obviously going on vacation or something.  All I came up with was that, oh..yeah…I had taken my mask off once I figured I’d be alone in here. Everyone else had no doubt more interesting things to do. Who comes to a sex club to hang out and listen to music? Oh yeah…me. The unmasked loser.