The Billionaire's Obsession

Alexander's Desire

I saw myself at that club again. It wasn't very busy, just like yesterday. A slow and sensual music was playing, the sound of a piano accompanied by a raspy male voice. In some corners, men were sitting beside semi-naked women who caressed and teased them. I was praying not to see Isabella with any of them. The place was dimly lit, it was a bit hard to decipher the faces from afar. I passed between some women who stared at me like I was a delicious prey. I straightened up my coat, loosened the scarf a little, and then I spotted

The same woman who gave me the information that Isabella would be here today, Zaira.

"Good Evening. Zaira?"

The woman turned to face me, and she smiled, probably remembering that I was here last night.

"Can I get you something to drink?" She asked in a friendly way.

"A Whiskey with no ice, please." Zaira grabbed a small glass from the inside of the counter and then served me a shot of Whiskey.

"Do you remember me? I was here yesterday." | asked before grabbing the glass.

She seemed to think and then nodded. "You came to see Isabella, right?"

"Exactly. ls she here?"

"Yes, she's back there, on the main stage. If you want, you can come over there. She's alone." She said, somewhat suggestive.

"Thank you," I said, raising my glass to her, who smiled. I walked down the dark corridor of the club, illuminated only by red light. Every time I took a step, I thought about what I expected from it. Why was I there? My mind was screaming at me to stop and get out of the club, but my body only followed my instincts, my desires, and her desire to see her again.

Under her lonely spotlight, I watched her dance sensually. The sound of the song has a strong and frenetic beat. Isabella was not as well-dressed as the last time I saw her. She wore light high-waisted denim shorts that exposed her long, defined legs, and her short-sleeved blouse and well-defined cleavage were on full display. Her exposed smooth stomach is visible. Her hair was loose and disheveled, slightly wavy. She was very sexy. I went to one of the tables closest to the stage and sat down to watch the show by myself.

She didn't notice my presence there, and I thanked God for that. She wanted her to dance freely and confidently. The frenetic rhythm of the song and her body movements hypnotized me. There's no other explanation for why her eyes are glued to her body, her bold, sexy movements. Isabella uses and abuses the powers that she has, tossing her long hair from side to side in one movement, then she continues walking until she stops in front of a wooden chair, where she sits down and slowly opens her legs crossed. The beat of her music changed to a faster tempo and the way she spread her legs quickly was so sensual, it made my whole body feel hot.

I took a sip of my whiskey without looking away. Woman. She stood up and moved her hips faster and more provocatively, then slowly lowered her hips at the same speed.

“Oh my god,” I sighed, imagining a very forbidden scene in my head. I swallowed hard as my hands slid over my sweaty body. I couldn't explain what I felt when she ran her hand through her tousled hair. She looked like she had just had wild s*x. Her hostile feminine attitude drove me crazy. She knelt on her floor and quickly threw her hair back, then stood up and faced her through the mask.

The brunette was provocative with the movements her body was capable of. I could see every detail of her muscles and her sweaty skin. This woman didn't even touch me. How could she do anything to me?

Her dance continued for several more minutes. I confessed that she was on fire. When the music finally ended, Isabella, perhaps tired, curled up and sat down on a wooden chair. It's time for her to notice me.

"My dear Isabella, you're making me insane for wanting you so badly," I said with a whiskey in my hand. She was taken aback.

She must not have expected me to be here.

"Alexander Lockhart," she said. Her sexy voice was adding to the heat.

"I'm glad you know my name." I said. She rolled her eyes and scoffed.

"Who wouldn't? You're well-known in the business industry. What brings you here on my stage, Mr. Lockhart?" she asked. She picked up her bottle of water and started chugging it.