Chapter Six-Chances.
ADONIS’S POINT OF VIEW
Once my mind cleared, I ran out the door and looked both ways, but there was no sign of her. I then went back into the club, acting like a maniac through the crowd, but I still couldn’t find her.
I have to get her number, her name, her anything!
Fuck, I have to have her!
I feel like a junkie who just lost his last dose, and my dealer is nowhere to be found.
I go outside as a last resort, but still nothing.
“Hey, man, are you okay? You look like shit!” Blaze catches my attention, and I look at him for a second before my eyes start looking after her again.
“Have you seen the brunette next to us?” I can hear the desperation in my voice, and I don’t like it one bit, but I can’t control it.
“Fuck, yes! Who didn’t? She was hot as fuck!” Something clicks in my head as I hear the excitement in his voice, and the words don’t sit well with me, either.
“Keep your dick in your pants, you hear me?!” I snap at him and look into his eyes, so he can see I mean it.
He opens his mouth to say something, but he’s interrupted by Liam.
“Guys, what’s wrong? What are you doing out here? Don’t leave me alone with those chicks. Camilla will kill me and you lot.” Liam is the only one who has his life all figured out. He’s happily married and has a 4-year-old daughter named Maria. An angel capable of uplifting anyone’s mood simply with a smile.
And she's my princess.
“Liam, please tell me you saw that brunette.” I beg, hope shining in my eyes, and he looks at me, confused and surprised.
“I did, but that was a while ago. Why? You look pissed as fuck. Did she do something?”
“She did alright…” She made the impossible possible.
Only thinking about what happened my dick gets hard again.
Goddamn it, where did you go?
“Okay, well, as you can see, she’s not here. But there are some fine pussies back there. So, let’s go fuck!” Blaze exclaims with an excited smirk on his face.
“I don’t want another pussy! I want her!” They both look at me like I just grew another head, and I shake my head. They don’t understand. But they would if they were in my place.
“Woah, calm down, and let’s go inside. Maybe she’s still here, and honestly, you look like you need a drink.” Liam reasons with me and, at the same time, gives me a little hope.
“Fine, let’s go.” As we start to walk back, I realize I fucking finished in my fucking pants, and I decide to go to the bathroom to clean myself first.
I still can’t comprehend how this happened. I mean, the power she had over me was pretty disturbing, but incredible at the same time.
I get in the bathroom and take my boxers off, then throw them in the garbage, and I can help but smile at the sight of my soaked in cum, boxers.
Amazing.
I'm grateful that the bathroom is empty so I can freshen up, because there’s no way I’ll go home without finding her.
ARTEMIS’S POINT OF VIEW
I was in my office drinking my glass of whiskey and looking at the cameras when I saw him running around the club like a madman.
But, what can I say? I’m no better. I look like a stalker. I am a stalker. But I just can’t take my eyes off him.
He is so sexy that he takes my breath away. His broad back, just like his wide shoulders look perfect for digging nails in them, and he's so damn tall… I can still feel his biceps, his sculpted chest… his dick…
Fuck, I’m wet again.
I saw him going with his friends back to the table, and I called Knox and asked him to come to my office.
After a few minutes, he knocks, and I invite him in. He takes a seat in the chair across from me.
“Knox, please go to VIP Lounge number three and give a bottle of our finest whiskey to this man.” I move the laptop so he can see it too, then point at the camera and show him who I'm talking about.
“Okay…” He trails off with a confused frown, then crosses his massive arms over his chest and looks at me expectantly, but I can’t tell him this story.
“And tell him that I meant it when I said to keep what I gave him because one day, maybe I’ll come and collect. But under no circumstances, no matter what he says, don’t tell him who I am.” God, I still can’t believe that I gave him my panties. I think I’m going crazy!
“Do I even want to know what this is all about?” I start laughing and shake my head.
“Nope… believe me, you don’t!”
“Okay then.” He says with a chuckle, raising his hands in surrender.
“And come back and tell me what he said, okay?”
“Got it!”
ADONIS’S POINT OF VIEW
I was sitting on the couch, looking for my queen like a maniac for so long that my neck started hurting from all the twisting.
As usual, girls came and threw themselves at me, but I don’t want to see or touch another girl, so I sent them all away, even though my brothers were not happy about it.
But they were in my face, and I couldn’t look for her.
My front view is obscured by a large, even huge man who has 'Security' written on his shirt, holding a bottle of whiskey, and slowly approaching me. I stand up and hold my hands in front of my stomach —a pose that seems relaxing, but it’s actually defensive, just in case a fight occurs.
“Sorry for intruding, but I was told to bring this bottle to you and deliver a message.” The guy says in a gruff voice, and I look at him suspiciously.
“What message?”
“I quote: “Keep what I gave you, because one day, maybe I’ll come and collect“. That’s all.” Fuck, I forgot about the panties. My dick just got hard again. I will die tonight.
I am speechless, but I summon my remaining neurons and ask the necessary questions to find her.
“Who is she?”
“Sorry, can’t answer that.” The guy replies with an apologetic look on his face, and I pray that I will have more luck with question number two.
“Okay. Where is she?” The apologetic look remains, so I assume I won’t get an answer to this question, either.
“Sorry, can’t answer that.” As I suspected.
“For fuck's sake, give me her name and I’ll pay you how much you want. And I mean it. Money is not a problem.” I don’t recognize myself, but I need to know who she is. I need to find her.
And yet again... damn him and his apologetic look. I want to erase it with a damn bullet.
“Sorry again, but I can’t put a price on my life.” What’s that supposed to mean?
“Okay, then. But tell her I will find her even if it’s the last fucking thing I’ll do on this forsaken planet.” He looks at me as if he’s wishing me good luck, but he’s certain I won’t find her.
“Will do.” And with that, he turns around and goes.
Just fucking perfect.