Forbidden Desires

Chapter 62.Anthony's Bachelors Party.

Anthony's POV

"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good tonight."

As I got ready for my last night out as a bachelor, my best friends—Carter, Jordan, and Clayton—were already hyping me up. These guys were the wildest people I knew, and when it came to partying, they brought the heat. I used to be just like them—an unstoppable party animal who wouldn't stop until daylight. But tonight, they insisted I let loose one last time, and honestly? I agreed. It was going to be fun.

Dressed and ready, we piled into the car.

"Where to?" I asked Carter.

"Bro, we're hitting every club in town," he grinned.

"Are you serious?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Hell yeah!" Clayton and Jordan chimed in.

And just like that, the drinks started flowing from the car.

I pulled out my phone to check in on Karlie, making sure everything was going smoothly at the villa I rented for her bachelorette party. She deserved the best. The thought made me smile.

"What are you grinning at, loverboy?" Carter teased, handing me a shot.

"Drink! Drink!" the guys chanted.

I downed the shot, feeling the fire in my chest.

"John, turn the music up!" I called to my driver.

The bass pulsed as we arrived at Club Elite, Carter's top pick. Apparently, he had gone all out. A red carpet was rolled out for me as I stepped out.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," I laughed.

Escorted to our VIP table, I took in the scene—every bottle of top-shelf liquor imaginable lined up, and the DJ was hyping up the crowd.

"Ladies, don't be shy! Mr. Fairview is only single for one more night. I won't tell if you don't!"

The club roared, and four women approached us almost immediately. One of them greeted Carter like an old friend.

"How the fuck does he already know people in town?" I thought to myself.

"Anthony, meet Cindy and her gorgeous friends. They'll be keeping us company tonight," Carter smirked.

"Whatever, man. Let's party."

The night spiraled into a blur of dancing and drinks. The alcohol hit fast. The woman dancing with me leaned in and whispered,

"Wanna get out of here?"

"To where?" I asked, amused.

"Somewhere private," she purred.

It had been too long since I'd been with a woman, so I agreed.

"John, you're coming with me." No way was I going anywhere without security.

As we left, the club's music faded behind us. The private room was dimly lit, just the way I liked it. She wasted no time, pressing her lips against mine, and for the first time in a long time, I let myself sink into the moment.

"On your knees," I commanded, unbuttoning my pants.

She obeyed, her blue eyes locking onto mine as she took my cock into her mouth. I groaned, gripping the back of her head as she took me deeper. Her lips, her tongue—fuck, it felt incredible.

Lifting her up, I kissed her deeply, undoing her bra with practiced ease. Her curves were perfect, her moans soft and eager. My fingers found her clit, teasing her in slow, torturous circles, making her body tremble beneath my touch.