A Divine Lust {Stud×Fem}

i. restaurant

logan

In life I had two main aims. One, to be successful and two, to be showered in cash.

I've relished cooking since I was eleven, witnessing the craft and dedication chefs drizzled into their work on television influenced me.

I fell in love and now, it feels like I've been cooking for forever.

I've been to cooking school, worked food trucks, worked catering events, worked festivals, worked as an in-home chef, worked restaurants, and starred on a food show once.

I had a sustainable income.

And the two main aims were fulfilled, the dream I waited eons for became real.

I was an executive chef and the thrilled owner of a fine-dining restaurant in Brickell, Miami called Deluxé. It housed one hundred and twenty customers max.

Deluxé was a blessing to have. I couldn't be more thankful. I was now on the million dollar trail and wanted at least three additional restaurants. The more, the better.

To celebrate this attainment, the chilliest and bestest friends I have, Dillan and Amina, took me to a club downtown called Starbird.

Starbird unveiled two weeks back. It looked fresh, smelled fresh, and was fresh. It was mad favored for a new club. The mamas were out, even the daddies. It was a home to all.

The bottle services were blinding, the bass was booming, the attendees were wilding.

This club was fucking lit.

Dillan and Amina did the absolute most, their drinks were kicking, these bitches looked like crackheads.

I left them in the crowd and strolled to the bar counter. I wanted another drink, round two was screaming for me.

I leaned on the counter and called the bartender over. I told him what I wanted.

He made a drink called Rockwell. A mixture of lemonade and sweet tea vodka. I was down with the taste, sweet but bitter.

I slid cash over to the bartender, swallowed some of the drink, and looked around the club. The women were all beautiful and fine as hell in their outfits.

I was in heaven.

I looked towards the bathroom and was enthralled in a flash.

GODDAMN!

The most divine fucking woman I've ever seen was leaning on the wall. Her allure was so stunning, I ceased drinking.

Her caramel skin shimmered beneath the beams, revealing a tattoo on her left hand.

A man walked out of the bathroom and talked to her. The two of them looked amicable. I wasn't sure if he were her man, couldn't care less if he even was.

This woman is a fucking treat. I don't know whether or not she's in luck or I am.

I'll shoot a shot.

I drank as I walked towards the woman. Her head turned to the man and she uttered some words. He nodded.

The two of them headed towards the exit.

Oh, fuck.

You know what, no worries, I'll make it. I was an athlete in another life.

The woman left with the man. I hurried to the door and the bouncer halted me.

"You can't leave with that." He said, looking at the drink.

"Aw, shit." I mumbled, he didn't hear. "Ok, look." I shoved the drink into his hand. "You can hold it until I come back."

"The fuck?" He muttered in bewilderment.

I left the club before he could utter another word and looked around. I couldn't see them.

A white, lambo huracán roared out the lot. The woman held the wheel, the man was next to her. The lambo flew down the street.

"Oh, damn." I uttered in shock.

Now, ain't that some shit... her vehicle's better than mine. I drove a black, ram truck.

It's all cool. I'll take another woman home, whomever she is will suffice...

...that was a failure, the woman's friend wanted in on the action, said she liked how I looked. I carried two women home instead, and that shit was wild, those women were freakier than I was.

I was out freaked.

I wasn't drunk until I reached home. The master bedroom looked like a tsunami struck.

Our clothes and underwear were scattered, our hairs were disheveled, furniture was ruffled, alcohol bottles were stationed.

I was covered in love bites and kiss marks. A time was had with this celebration, shit.

I had a headache and felt awful.

The women slumbered in bed, naked. I left them there to vomit in the toilet.

I don't smoke, but I need a blunt.