A NIGHT THAT ALDRICH WANT TO FORGET
1270 Words
The mansion felt suffocating. Even though he is complete, has money and power, but all of it is not enough, there is still a flaw.
Every room is too polished, every corridor is too silent. But every breath of him, is too heavy...
Aldrich Kim Zawoshky walked toward his private room after the confrontation with his mother, hands shoved in his pockets, jaw tight enough to crack. The sting on both cheeks still lingered, but that wasn’t what hurt most.
It was the truth that she flung at him.
You are stronger than this.
You will not drown like your father.
You will move on.
Move on. If those words were only that simple!
He shut the door of his room and leaned his back against it, and eyes closed. The silence swallowed him whole. His chest tightened again, in which the familiar pressure of his mother pretend that didn’t exist.
In a second he opened his eyes and grabbed his coat. Then he breathed, he realized that he needed noises.
He needed… something to drown out the memories of Hanna, the girl he taking care, and he love since childhood, the girl he promised to marry, the girl who can handle his worst and knew everything about him. In a sudden she get lost in his sight, without saying "goodbye"
And so, he slipped out of the mansion, unnoticed by servants who knew better than to question the Young Master’s movements.
Outside, the night air was cool, brushing against his skin like a gentle warning. But warnings meant nothing to a man determined to forget.
He called one of his men.
“Bring a car,” he ordered. “Not the usual. Something low-profile.”
“Understood, Young Master.”
Minutes later, a black sedan, not one of the grand family cars pulled up. Aldrich climbed in.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked carefully.
“The nearest bar,” he muttered, loosening his tie. “And you all stay outside once we arrive.”
The guard nodded “Yes, Young Master.”
The drive was quiet. Aldrich rested his forehead on his hand, watching the city lights smear across the window like streaks of gold and blue. His heart felt like a cracked glass, one wrong move and it would shatter completely.
He hated this feeling.
Hated how powerless he was against it.
When the car stopped, he looked up.
The bar was loud, bright, overflowing with laughter and music, which everything his mansion lacked.
“Good" he whispered "Stay here,” he said, as he stepping out.
“Young Master...”
“That’s an order" he said.
The guards exchange anxious glances but obeyed, forming a discreet perimeter outside the bar while Aldrich Kim Zawoshky pushed through the doors.
The music hit him first, welcomed by vibrating heavy bass. Then the smell of perfume, alcohol and sweat.
It was very noisy. And it was exactly what he needed.
He approached the counter and slapped a hand against it.
“Whiskey,” he told the bartender. “The strong one.”
The bartender nodded, probably recognizing a young man who wanted to forget something.
Aldrich took the glass the moment it was filled and downed it in a single swallow.
It burned his throat one way down. Then he signaled for another.
And another.
After the fourth shot, his shoulders loosened. After the fifth, the headache eased. After the sixth, the ache in his chest blurred at the edges.
Alcohol wrapped around his senses like a fog... warm, heavy, numbing.
Just the way he liked it.
A group of young women nearby noticed him. A tall, handsome young man in a tailored shirt, with sharp cheekbones and haunted eyes, drinking like the world had betrayed him.
A blonde woman leaned closer, smiling. “You look like you’re running from something.”
Aldrich smirked, finishing another shot.
“Aren’t we all?”
She laughed and brushed a hand against his arm.
Her perfume was strong... floral scent, and too sweet. She was beautiful.
Her friends, too... all young, dressed for nightlife, hair glossy under the neon lights.
They swarmed around him like curious butterflies.
“You’re alone?” one asked.
“For now,” he replied.
“Want company?”
He didn’t answer verbally.
He simply tilted his head toward the private booth behind them . a darker space, quieter, more intimate.
Their eyes sparkled.
And soon enough, Aldrich found himself in the booth with three beautiful strangers, their laughter filling the space, their hands brushing against him, their perfume clouding around him.
They flirted, whispered. He let them lean close to him.
One sat beside him, legs crossed, and whispered something in a soft voice. “You have sad eyes,” she murmured. “Broken hearts come here often.”
He gave a half-smile... "It’s that obvious?”
Another girl giggled and plucked his empty glass away. "Let us help you to forget, handsome.”
Forget..
Yes.
That’s all he wanted.
He leaned back, letting them talk, laugh, brush fingers over his sleeve, touch his shoulder, his hair. Their closeness gave him noise... noise he desperately needed.
Aldrich poured another drink.
And another.
But even as the alcohol numbed his thoughts, even as beautiful women leaned into him, even as their hands touched him with playful boldness…
He couldn’t stop thinking of her.
Hermelyn
Her messy hair that morning. Her half-annoyed, half-worried expression and her voice.
The way she looked so real compared to the glittering world around him. Then he squeezed his eyes shut.
One girl noticed. "You okay, handsome?”
He forced a smile. "Perfectly fine.."
But he wasn’t. And he knew it.
They talked, flirted and laughed. Until the alcohol hit him harder.
He became reckless, leaning into their touches, letting the warmth of strangers drown him for a moment.
One girl slid her hand across his chest.
“You’re tense,” she teased. “Want us to relax you?”
The suggestion hung heavy in the air.
"Will you...?" Aldrich said.
So the girl make a slow motion, she ran her fingers down of his pants. She slowly open the zeeper below, only Aldrich realize that this girl is so confident to do the task.
"Lick it!" he whispered. He only caught this girl with mesmerizing eyes. Unlike the others.
"But how about them?" she asked.
"All of you.. leave us here alone." Aldrich announced.
The girls exchanges their glance to his sudden announcement.
So after they left, the girl with beautiful eyes moves slowly in front of him below. She continued her task, secretly and slowly opened the zeeper until it was done.
"Lick it until I c*m." he ordered.
The beautiful girl smiled and said "I do.. handsome.."
She pulled his "cane", which began to stiffen, and then put it in her mouth like a lollipop.
"Uhh" Aldrich moaned after the three initial play.
The beautiful girl play it softly, gently but hardly. Hardly enought to make Aldrich moaned.
He brushed her hair with his bare hands, as if controlling her movement up and down.
For the main time, a flash on his mind remembering the moment with his ex-girlfriend, Hanna. She always did it to him whenever she was with him. All the touches, kisses the warmed that remain in his memories. He is so obssess on her.
"Uhh.. That's good.." he moaned.
The beautiful girl continued and it seems she enjoy it. Doing what he likes.
"Hanna... make it fast!" he finally whispered that name, but the girl didn't mind it.
Aldrich leaned and closed his eyes "Ugh. Han..."
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