Chapter2

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Raymond What a wasted day, I thought as I sat on the sofa with a sigh. I haven't done anything productive today and it pisses me off because I'm a man that sees time as money and I've definitely lost a lot of money today. Sitting on the sofa and deciding not to be with any woman right now, I watch as my friends let their women devour them while I drink my whiskey and enjoy the music playing in the background. An interruption drags my attention as I notice a petite figure by my private room door having a little banter with Damon. Impressive, I thought, usually all the women who come in here get scared when they first see Damon, but this one was different. I got more interested when I heard her say “I'm his girl for the night”. Intrigued, I invited her to sit with me, wanting to know how far her courage would go, then I realized she was drunk! I guess all this act is alcohol. I studied her features and noticed her eyes and hair are both brown but her eyes are a darker shade, you won't notice if you don't like close enough. She has a perfect little nose and a pouty lip. Her eyelashes are so long that they brush her upper cheeks when she closes her eyes. Beautiful!! I noticed her reaction change when she saw how odd we were in the room, “Any problem princess?” I asked her “No Mr… she trailed, expecting me to complete the sentence with my name which I did and to my surprise she didn't recognize the name. Is she pretending not to know or she just doesn't know? I mean, who hasn't heard of Raymond Walker? My name is literally everywhere, so how does she not recognize the name? “My girl for the night huh?” I teased. “Mr Raymond if you think I did all this on purpose then you are wrong, please where can I find the restroom?” she asked. pointing to the direction, I pour myself another glass of whiskey. It's been 30 minutes and she isn't still back, did she fall asleep there? Making my way to the restroom, I knock twice before opening the door only to find her sitting at a corner with tears in her eyes. “What's wrong princess?” I asked, squatting in front of her. “Why would Rick do this to me?” She sobs “How does this feel right to him?” She asks, looking at me for an answer. First off, who is Rick? And what did he do to make her cry like this? Is he her boyfriend? All these questions played in my head as I sought the right words to say to her so she could calm down. I don't even know how to comfort people, what words are used for comfort? I have never even been this calculative when making a deal. I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair. “Princess it's fine okay, just pick yourself up and let's leave the restroom” I said , not sure if that was the right thing to say. “That's it, I need a distraction” her sudden change of mood caught me off guard as she jumped off the floor, cleaning her tears and looking at me as though she was checking me out. “A distraction?” I asked confused, wasn't she crying two seconds ago? “Yes Raymond, a distraction” she confirmed. “Can you be specific?” I asked again “Do you have a personal room in this club house?” She asked out of nowhere “Uhmm yes, why?” I asked again getting more confused “I want to see it, ” she answered. Walking to my private room door I open it not sure if it's the right thing to do because it's actually a playroom and I don't want her freaking out after seeing what's inside, but she asked to see it right? When did I even start getting considerate and caring about what people think, women especially? Probably the whiskey working. Letting her feed her eyes I weigh her reaction from where I stood . She seemed fascinated, moving to each hanger and studying the tools on it “Do you use all this on every woman you bring here?” She asked “Well not all of it but I use half of it on every woman that comes in here with me” I replied She hummed in response. Walking to the table she picked up a vibrator and turned it on, studying its levels and frequency. “Princess, can we go back to the other room?” I ask, feeling weird out by the sound of a vibrator being on when it's not in use or not in my hands. “Sure” she replied as she turned it off, dropped it and walked out of the room with me. Coming back to the room we were in, we noticed that it was empty. They've probably gone on to continue in the other rooms, I thought. We sat back on the sofa and o poured myself another whiskey, for some reason I felt uncomfortable and anxious which has never happened to me. I finished my glass of whiskey and turned to her direction, then noticed she was staring intensely at me as though she was studying my features. She got distracted when her phone went off with her ringtone. “Vincent” she says as she picks the call with a smile on her face “I'll be home soon okay don't worry too much” she added and my expression changed. Is she living with a guy? Wait, is she married!? “I'm fine seriously, you worry too much” oh great, so they are in love “No please don't send a driver, I'll be back by 12 byeee” she ends the call and turns back to me. “Whiskey?” I asked, not knowing what to say. “Sure” she says, downing the whole glass. “So Raymond, do you have a girlfriend?” She asked “Why?” I ask back “Well you look too hot and nice to not have one” she replied “You think I'm hot, princess?” I teased her “Very hot Raymond, every girl would die to have you as theirs” sha said “Well do you want to have me too?” I teased again, taking another sip of whiskey. “Yes” she replied and I smirked, I guess I still have the Raymond effect. “Just for the night as a distraction” she added and my smirk fell As a distraction? I thought, as I felt offended. The thought clears off immediately as I feel her move from her direction, then straddle me. “What are you doing princess” I asked “Getting distracted” she replied as she leaned in to kiss me. She increased the intensity of the kiss and I caved in moving my hands to her waist and cheek. We devour each other's mouth as I feel her move her waist above my bulge and I break the kiss. “Princess I won't hold back if you do that again” I warned and she moves twice “Princess” I said warning again, then she looked at me and replied “don't hold ba ck Raymond, I want it”. That was all she had to say to release the devil in me.
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