His Treasure

Arsen

Arsen

I watched as her body moved swiftly in that dress. She was the most gorgeous girl I’d ever laid eyes on. I liked a woman with curves, long hair, and an attitude. I was determined to make her mine.

“Hello, Mr. Lockhart. Your table is this way”

We followed the waitress to our secluded table, upstairs on the balcony and took our seats. I ordered us some wine and watched as she looked over the menu.

“See anything you like?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Not really …” She closed her menu and sat back in her seat. “Order for me.”

I smirked and looked over at the waitress, who had begun to pour our wine into our glasses. “Are you ready to order, sir?” She smiled down at me.

“We are,” Lola stated loudly. The waitress jumped a bit from how stern Lola’s voice was and I chuckled. She clearly wasn’t expecting for her to be that bold. Lola seemed a bit protective over me, but I liked it.

I scanned my eyes over the menu and decided on what we were having. “We’ll both have the steak and lobster dinner with mashed potatoes on the side.”

“C-coming right up.” The waitress spoke as she collected our menus and walked away.

“Jealous?” I asked Lola as I took a sip of my wine.

“I could never be jealous, sweetheart. Look at me.” She smiled and took a sip of her wine as well. “I just don’t like being disrespected. I deserve just as much of respect as you do”

That turned me on—the way she thought so highly of herself. I just wanted to tear that little piece of fabric right off, but I had respect for her. A strong, beautiful woman like herself took time and patience, but I was sure I’d get her to c***k soon.

“I want to know more about you, Lola. Have you always wanted to be a novelist?” I folded both hands together and leaned back in my seat.

“Since I was about seven, I knew I wanted to write. Every other day I’d try to write a new story or start reading a new book to get inspired. My life literally revolved around it.” She took another sip of her wine and licked a drop of it off of her bottom lip.

“There was never anything else you wanted to do?” I raised an eyebrow.

She nodded. “There were, and I did them. I took ballet for a couple of years, I used to sketch, and I’m a pretty amazing cook. I used to want to be a chef as well, but over the years those just became hobbies. I knew I wanted writing to be my career.”

“Ballet, huh?” I smiled. “Explains why you have such strong and beautiful legs. I’d love you taste your cooking one day, since you’ve bragged about your talents”

“You’d be amazed.” She smiled and ran her finger around the brim of her glass. “This wine is amazing. So smooth and opulent.”

“You want a bottle to take home?” I asked.

“I sure do.” She smiled widely. “Thank you”

Just then the waitress came back with our plates. The food looked absolutely delicious—almost as delicious as Lola. Usually the girls I dated would light up at the expensive meal before them, but it was like she was completely used to this. Has she dated rich, older men before?

I shook the thought and asked the waitress for another bottle to take back home. She politely told me that she’d wrap it up and put it in a bag for us. I nodded and turned my attention back to Lola, who was cutting into her steak. Seeing the fork slide in between her lips after taking a bite made me hot.

“Is the night going well for you?” I asked, staring into her eyes.

“Wonderful,” she stated with a smile and continued to eat.

“Maybe we could do this again tomorrow night?”

“Sounds lovely, Arsen, but I’d really like the next time we see each other to be at our next meeting.” She poured herself another glass of wine. “I have a lot of work to do and I would love to be undistracted.”

“Oh.” I cleared my throat. I’d never been turned down. I was starting to wonder if she even liked me. I began eating my food.

“I would like to do this again, though. She smiled and continued eating.

“Then we shall.” I wiped my mouth clean and smirked.

“Arsen Lockhart, I am going to murder you!” a woman screamed as she ran towards me. She began hitting me, yelling that I had killed her husband and ruined her family. Lola was shocked, but managed to pull the lady off while workers rushed over to see what all the commotion was. I dialed my driver’s number and told him to be out front of the restaurant immediately.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Lockhart!” A random woman said to me as she tried to clean off the food that the woman had spilled on my clothes while going crazy. “I’m the manager and I’m not sure why this would happen”

“You should really work on your establishment if you’re going to let crazy people like that inside of a place like this.” I looked at her, then over at Lola, who was taking the extra bottle of wine from the waitress. I quickly grabbed her free hand and dragged her out of there. We quickly got inside of the car and the driver sped off.

“Um, what was all of that about?” Lola asked.

“I have no idea. I’ve never seen that woman a day in my life.” I shrugged and turned to look out of the window. I knew exactly who that woman and her husband were, but that was none of her business.

I heard her sigh deeply and adjust herself to face the window. She probably didn’t want to go out with me again, but I would make sure that she did.