Whiskey Lullabies

Prologue

I looked at the people having fun in my club. I hear the loud music from the corner and at different noises from the people here.

I closed my eyes, ahh it's music to my ears.

I find this fulfilling seeing these people inside my club having fun, living the most of it. They are all strangers, they had diverse personalities and they came from different upbringing, but here they are, uniting.

When I was asked what business I'd like to have, I told people I want to study people's needs and I will build a business based on what they need.

I've observed people and I noticed them always working and always tired, they needed rest, they needed a day off, they needed to have fun.

And here I am. Standing above everyone in this club. Seeing their wasted faces and seeing them dancing drunkly, gives fulfilment inside my heart.

I was never a fan of loud music. I want to live a life where it's peaceful and quiet, I hate noises.

But seeing them all lose their minds because of alcohol and hearing them making noise while dancing with the intense music is satisfying.

“Everyone, lets party tonight, get drunk and lose our mind, drink every alcohol because we're gonna get wasted! Everything is in the house.” I shouted to the crowd.

I feel like I am their beloved king, that they worship for giving them all their whining, and they are cheering for me. Yes, this is what life is.

I sat in my chair, drinking my whiskey. This is my medicine.

I played the ice cube inside my glass, and it gives me so much satisfaction following its sway, this is the real work of art.

I partied all night and got drunk, socialized with other people and had fun.

I almost crawled myself through the stairs, opening any doors I spotted into. Who cares, this is mine anyway?

When I entered the room, it was dark and there was no one around.

I removed my necktie and unbuttoned my long sleeves. Removed my trousers and I left nothing. I slept naked.

I dreamed of a woman romancing me. s**t.

Damn, I feel like I am again a slave of my libido. It's not new to me, I always have s*x with anyone and anywhere, but I make sure to use condoms of course.

I always have these wet dreams with girls I find attractive or girls I just met, and some are girls I know, girls who've thrown themselves on me, and what can I do? How could I resist and decline a blessing? Even if I get them in my bed, sometimes I just can't figure out what is a dream or a reality, both give me pleasure anyway.

I had f**k buddies but I never f**k people without going through safety measures. I am a little bit of a manwhore and an asshole but I never had s*x with just anyone especially if they already had a partner. I don't want to commit adultery and I don't want to have HIV.

But this woman. I don't know her. I wanted to restrain her, stop her from what she is doing, especially that she entered my room without my permission, I don't know her and I can't just f**k anyone. But she's just so sexy and I couldn't resist her.

I searched for a clock in my room but I saw none. It's prolly just a dream. I entered the room earlier, it wasn't locked so.

The way she does it, makes me think as if it's her first time, however, she's doing a great job on what she is doing right now. Oh f**k. I am turned on.

I switched our position and before she knew it, I was already on top of her.

“I will take it from here.” I told her and wink at her.

I woke up the next day, had a really hard friend down there and I slightly c*m. f**k, that dream was so surreal.

I took a shower and ordered a set of clothes to be delivered in my room right now.

That was hell of a dream. I liked it.

My body still shivers and still feels the chills. I am so turned on that I wanted to do it again. That was just a dream but it was so fuckng intense I want to do it in real life.

I have f****d every woman in my life but I never felt that feeling like last night.

Months passed but I still remember that night.

I searched that feeling, that chills, that pleasure in every woman I f****d with, but none of them compares.

That woman.

Does someone like her exist? someone as good as her.

I was not able to really see her face, or maybe I did, but it was a dream and we are bound to always forget the people's faces in our dreams, but I have felt every inch of her body.

I couldn't find those somewhere or someone else.

Weirdly, and shockingly, I have lost the interest of f*****g anyone, why? It's no longer as pleasurable, as intense, as passionate like that dream.

I closed my eyes, already drunk. f**k. I needed some sleep and woke up from all this bullshit I am currently in.

Whiskey lulled me to sleep.

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DISCLAIMER: The names, characters, times, places, events, businesses, and locales depicted in this book are entirely products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The characters and narratives are fictional and not intended to represent any real individuals or situations.

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