'You can only run so much from me love.' He whispers into my ear. Who knew men whispering could be so hot, wait it's not men, it's this man.
I slowly step back until the rough surface of the wall comes into contact with my open back. At the slight t...
A/N We are back bitches, and holy shit I am updating kinda fast, but don't expect this to last, anyways don't forget to vote and comment! 😩 - B -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Walking through the doors, my eyes had to adjust to the harsh darkness, immediately my senses were overloaded. The low thrumming of the music, and flashing lights blind me. Immediately the strong scent of sweat, alcohol and sex hits me. Walking over to the bar, I nod at the bartender there, Daniel, he has been working for me for many years, serving me whenever I was frustrated and came to this shithole.
Even though I own this club I avoid coming here as much as possible. This place is filled with rotten people, from drug dealers to traffickers. Siren attracts the attention of many people from the underworld, usually coming here for business.
Dante lowers himself into the seat next to me. I order a whiskey on the rocks, whereas Dante orders a shot of vodka. Looking around, I see a couple of familiar faces from regular strippers. Facing myself back to Dante, I see him practically drooling at someone, this slightly confuses me as he is more of a 'have sex at night then leave before they wake up in the morning' type of man. Trying to see into his line of sight, I spot the girl he is looking at.
She stands out like a sore thumb in the club, wearing a white flowy floral dress, with a small pink flower design. She has flowers decorating her long, wavy dark hair. She doesn't look bad, but she is definitely not my type. Observing the people around her, I see another girl dancing wildly, suggestively moving her hips to the song playing. She is wearing a short black dress that stops right under her ass, with a slit up her left leg and black heels on.
We make eye contact for a brief minute before she pulls the other girl away and they go to the other side of the club. Turning back around, someone is now on my lap, she has long brown hair cascading down her back and she is wearing a light pink dress so tight her tits are practically falling out of it. She is facing me, twirling her hair on a well manicured finger, she has bright red lipstick on and she is looking at me seductively.
I can feel myself growing underneath her, she moves herself around a bit on my lap, giving me a direct view of her wet, red, lace panties. The sight turns me on even more. Out of the corner of my eye I see the girl from before at the other bar with a guy, immediately my fists tighten, her mini black dress looking impossibly short, the dress she's wearing makes her ass look amazing, she's hot and she knows it, immediately all attraction for the dressed up doll on my lap seizes and I can't take my eyes off the mystery girl.
I place a 20 dollar bill in the hand of the girl on my lap and give her a look. Immediately she gets off my lap, swaying her hips suggestively as she walks away. When I turn back to the bar, the mystery girl has disappeared. Finishing off my drink, I signal to Dante that I want to leave. He gets up from the bar, places a 20 dollar bill on the countertop and follows behind me. I exit the club frustrated and incredibly aroused. Instead of getting laid and fucking my stress away, I'll have to have another cold fucking shower.
Once Dante got in I immediately questioned him, "Why were you staring at that girl like you wanted to fucking marry her?" He shied away and stared out the window, the club music playing distinctly.
"Are you ready to meet your future wife tomorrow?" Dante asked in response. He had a terrible habit of avoiding questions by asking different ones. It was his way of protecting his personal life. I don't blame him for doing that, growing up in this lifestyle, especially as a man you are taught to not have feelings for anyone, that you are better by yourself and if you care for anyone else you are weak.
As for meeting my future wife, I had no fucking clue what to expect. She could be anybody. It's going to be hard to get used to sharing my house with someone else, usually it would be just me and the occasional maids. Whoever this woman is better understand we are not in a relationship and we never will be, that this marriage is just for the sake of an alliance and it means nothing more.
A/N Whats up my favourite bitches, hope you all have had an amazing day or night wherever you are. Also holy shit 2 updates in one day, like I'm a fucking god for that, but I think I'm using this story to procrastinate my school work but that's ok. 😭😏
This chapter was kind of a filler but who were the girls Arlo and Dante were staring at? Can you guess? I bet you can't. 🙄
Also wanted to thank bd again for helping me edit and make the aesthetics and shit cause I can't figure them out for the life of me. 😎
Anyways love y'all and thank you for reading this chapter, don't forget to vote and comment and enjoy your day!
- B
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