THE DON'S WEAKNESS

Meeting the Don

The private bar was indeed private. The hall was enormous, adorned with beautiful portraits and decoration, and it looked entirely like a different part of the building.

I stared in bewilderment at everything, the choice of color and the sculptural work of art. Everything here screamed luxury. The hall was filled with prominent men of full potential, you could smell wealth even from the entrance, it was secludedly calm, with soft background music filling the air, influential businessmen came here to ease themselves of the stress and chill around. I felt my stomach grumble.

A sense of nervousness clouded me, this place is too expensive for someone like me.

I shrugged.

But then I noticed something, these rich men knew him, the man in red who still held my hand. They all greeted him while some even bowed slightly as we strode in.

"The Don." One of them said and the rest joined along showering praises, I couldn't understand.

He led me to the inner chamber, here it was a round table of even more prominent men, the smell of cigarettes and strong alcohol filled the air.

They all greeted him as well, the hall was busy but calm. Some of the men played poker, smoking and drinking, while some surrounded themselves with naked strippers as they caressed them.

The man in red sat on a soft sofa and I sat next to him.

"Do you care for anything?" He asked politely as we sat.

This was a bar, the only thing they could possibly sell was alcohol. Maybe a glass wouldn't hurt, I thought.

"Anything is fine by me," I said.

He chuckled, clapped his hands gently and a waiter came running along.

He ordered a bottle of alcohol and in no time the waiter reappeared with it and placed it on the table in front of us.

He poured a glass for me as I sat there nervously, and I sipped.

He looked at me smiling brightly, his teeth as white as ever, his pink lips looked soft, his beard neatly trimmed, he was charming.

"So tell me, how are you feeling now?" He asked, still smiling.

I exhaled softly as I smiled back and kept sipping my alcohol.

"Guess I'm good now," I replied.

"Easy with the alcohol princess," he said as he noticed I was gulping it down like it was water.

Just then my phone buzzed, it was a text message from Tara, Ava, and Jude.

I clicked on Jude's message to see what he actually sent ignoring Tara and Ava's, the message read, Happy birthday, Amelia. I'm so sorry for what happened. We need to talk.

I growled at that instant my countenance changed.

As if he actually cared. The man sitting next to me observed my mood and asked.

"Are you okay princess?"

I scoffed, I couldn't hold it anymore, at this point I felt like bursting and letting it all out, my chest felt heavy.

"Guess what?"

This question made him chuckle, "What princess? I'm not a good guesser, you tell me." He crossed his legs and shook his glass

slowly as he fixed his gaze on mine waiting for a reply.

"Today's my birthday"

Oh! Happy birthday, princess." He said, still smiling.

"I got a text from my ex-boyfriend," I paused, bit my lip softly, and sipped a great amount of the liquid in my glass. "Today I found out he had been cheating on me with, the one person he had sworn never to have anything with,"

I shrugged, trying to fake a smile but a stream of tears ran down my cheek as I sobbed softly, I realized how strong I had been trying to suppress this feeling.

The men around began to notice something was going on, they heard my soft whimper, eyes were gradually turning on us, I bowed my head under the table to wipe off my tears.

He stared at me for a while not knowing exactly what to say.

He cleared his throat, "Everyone, please leave," he commanded. The hall went completely silent.

Before I could lift my head, the entire hall was empty, and even his personal guards stood outside the entrance.

I looked at him in complete shock.

"Who are you?" I asked.

He chuckled, "Let's say I own the city of Vegas Princess." He said smiling as he helped lift up my hair and plaited it at the back of my

ears so it wouldn't cover my eyes.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"Amelia........ What's your name?"

" Lorenzo," He said

The name sounded familiar but heavy, I looked him in the eyes, his red lips looked tender, I rested on his shoulder, and he patted me softly. All I needed tonight was comfort.

"I'm horny," I whispered into his ear.

The words startled him a bit, he looked in my eyes to see if I would shudder, but I didn't blink.

He smiled beautifully, and I found myself smiling back, then we laughed a little.

"No princess," He said, patting my head, "You're just drunk."

I spurted.

"I warned you about the alcohol, didn't I?"

I stared at the shape of his lip as he spoke, it was slightly curved and the urge to have a taste of it just grew stronger.

I leaned in immediately pressing my lips against his, and my left hand caressing his trousers without giving it a second thought, he didn't give in but I continued what I was doing anyway. Surprisingly he reciprocated and it soon went into a deep passionate kiss.

"Princess, you need to stop." He said as he shoved me off gently.

His voice was so calm I knew he was also in the mood like me, coupled with how hungrily he kissed me. I neglected his plea and held him.

"Tonight I want all of you inside of me, make me scream like never before, Lorenzo, I'm dripping already," I begged as I calmly unbuckled his belt. I slowly slipped my hand into his trousers, and I felt it. Hard and attentive. Lorenzo just stood still looking at me, his eyes filled with ecstasy like mine. I stroked his c**k a little and then shoved it into my mouth and devoured it like a hungry chick.

He moaned.

"Amelia," He called, amidst a pleasurable moan, "You have to stop."

I have no intention of stopping so I wouldn't listen, the aim is to make him c*m tonight. Inside of me.

I pushed him back on the sofa, lifted my gown, and moved my pants slightly, and was about to climb on him and show him my riding abilities when he held my waist, shoveled me off gently and whispered.

"You're drunk Princess."