A person to love

A wine glass bought to his lips by a blonde of 5’ 8 tall and 36-24-38 size wrapped in the red material which was acting as a double skin on her curvy figure.  He took a glimpse of her body shamelessly. Not with particular effort to hide that he didn’t appreciate. His type was inner beauty rather than out. Also, he had seen the blonde eyeing him at every instant since he came into the hall. He was not an eager man, rather a typical businessman who is dominant and has a wealthy empire behind them. None in the less, he was affluent but someone who doesn't abide by the rules. Being a mafia head gives him the alpha mask he wears. The city and close circle very well know the hidden identity, but the mafia is more like have an underground hashtag rather in front. All know, nobody says. They know him to restore the game, even if it means destroying all the players. And that is the reason, why people respect and fear him. The rough working hours, meddling with the tough and toughest tasks, and getting the work done, - is him.  Any woman who can have him for a second behaves like she has won the lottery. His personality of the schoolmaster’s fact-obsessed nature drives them wildly. Even if he was the frozen man they would be willing to warm him. But this man refused to look at any women for a while now. He was waiting for the one, and the patience he is showing to keep his hands off every woman will be critical for his special significant, according to his dear ones. Bored by the pared, he got a sudden urge for vodka, which was one of his habits to avoid talking. He contends his thoughts of having the drug down his throat.  Before he could stir, a half-naked blonde and two brunets came forward and sat on either side of him, constantly advancing their hands on his thighs and chest.  If he was fond of drama, there would have been a cat-wild fight between the girls but they know better. A chestnut hair woman came tossing and swinging her hips. Her high heels were making a melody on the floor.  East European, but not Polish, he thought. She stood behind him and starts unbuttoning his shirt buttons. He was least disturbed by what she is doing. She whispering something in his ears was not more than a buzz buzzing and he did not mind her nails on his chest. Until his eyes found someone.  Something felt hard to resist. A gorgeous lady was supping the wine. He resisted a laugh; even soda is fuzzier than that drink. He stared at her, more than more. How would she look when angry? he thought. He cannot even imagine those eyes in knotted form, and if they will be, she will look sexier. As the whole bash of the party was revolving around him, he knew she had to approach his side. They all did and she will too.  And she did. She first looked at the rush and found her heels going in the same direction. Her silver heels and the silver dress were giving her the look of a seductress. Her hands swaying just side by her hips. He licked his lips unconsciously. The woman was enough tall to be in his arms and get captured in them His hands were twitching to find what is inside of that sleek dress. What she is confiding? His junior also stood straight for his request, bulging out in his pants. The woman, who was playing in his lap and around, swooned and shouted. They were grooving for their wonderful night. Few men looked at the bunch of girls yelling at each other, laughed, and tossed the drinks. And in the mid of this ruckus, his eyes were trained on that woman.  As if he can only see her. He saw no hint of jealousy for women’s roaming around him in her eyes; which was a minor disappointment to him. But further coming was blown for him. He found out she doesn’t have an interest in him too, as she had gone straight away got to the other side of the aisle. He breathed out; she was not coming his way? She could have got a better night. A knock to his pride.   Still tracking her with his eyes, he discovered she was meeting a friend of hers. Now he was feeling jealous. And too, with a woman. Her little teasing dress was not doing any positive thing at the moment. Whenever she takes a step, he wonders if he could get a look at her cute butt; which has made him obsessed from the start. He stood up, leaving all aside, and came close to the lady. He thought that this would give her strength to approach him but he was in the wrong lane. She looked at him, smiles a little, and turned to the other side. Smiling at his failure, he approached her, “Xavier Knight” Gorgeously she greets him back, “Desire”.  And SHE WAS HIS.