Marco's POV
The club speakers boom loudly to the extent people can feel the vibration on the ground with their feet. There is this chill yet lively ambience, there are different segments of people: there are people dancing, chilling by the bar, and playing games by a corner.
The CEO of Highland company is present, a tall man with a neat hairline, perfect green eyes and wide broad shoulders that gives out how strong he can be all-round and every area.
The club Don Marco occupies is owned by another top tier man in society, it is a new private club known and given access to those who are top notch in society and wealthy.
It is an illegal bar newly opened that goes the extra extra mile to entertain its guests once in a while during special shows.
Today isn't a special show day where outrageous performances are carried out. People come here for strong social connections, that's why there are bodyguards surrounding Don Marco and his friend.
They wouldn't want anyone to interfere with their fun, I mean, who wouldn't want to have a connection with the most respected wealthiest business owners? His social influence is so powerful anyone seen next to him is already respected.
CEO Marco sprawls his legs dressed in black corporate pants and shirt. His watch glitters like the stars at night, his friend is also rich, having a presence shout class!
Strippers are in front of them on individual stages walking seductively and dancing. Their eyes peer into this, drinking and observing the show.
Don Marco lights up his cigar, just when he's about to inhale the smoke, his laps feel a shaking current that comes with a noise, it's his phone ringing. He shoves his hand into his pants. He immediately groans at the sight of the caller.
Triston, his friend laughs at him, noticing his expression. He gives a glimpse at the phone confirming his right along, he thought of the right person. Triston can tell it is his ex girlfriend from the way he groaned.
"What did she ever do to you, man? I mean she's just an innocent soul."
"With seductive instincts, that's how she lures her victims," he rolls his eyes.
Triston laughs. "I remember you used to chase her to every corner in the world. Now I don't know, she's lost her hold on you?"
"Geeze man," Marco wipes his face in embarrassment. "I need you to stop talking about her,"
Triston continues laughing. "I didn't hear the end of it, you never stopped talking about her. You two used to be so sweet."
"Any man that values his life should avoid her. She wins more souls than the devil," Don Marco is still gazing at his phone ringing. His personal assistant smiles at him. "Hello. Uh huh? I'll meet you soon, maybe. Why exactly did you call me? Whatever." Only Marco can hear what she's saying over the line, soon after the call cuts, he releases a sound of displeasure.
"She is a temptress I swear. I mean why on earth will she call you?"
Don Marco sighs. "It's nothing serious. She needs help with something. I'm just entertaining her. She's an important person to my business partner so I need that connection. Maybe I'll check it out…" he sees his friend's expression. "or not."
Marco knows he's famous and many eyes will be on him, but tonight he feels a different type of gaze, it is an unexpected more intense heated gaze from someone beside him. The heated concentrated gaze hooks his attention, drawing him like a fish on a line.
Seemingly impressed a bit and amused that someone can catch his attention like that, she chooses to yield to the person's desire.
He stares back.
He smirks seeing it is a stripper in white lingerie and net leggings. She bites her cherry lips looking at him seductively. He smiles, bending his head.
"All these girls just wanna fuck me," He leans on his chair to rest, enjoying her show. They call her Charliz Angel. He's here to have fun anyway, he taps his friend who's busy talking to other girls he's invited. Marco licks lips, staring at the angel set her legs apart with head upside-down. "You know, I might have to just thank her for such entertainment, I mean maybe entertain her in return. She looks like she needs applause."
"You should go meet her."
Don Marco's legs are crossed, his head tilted still examining her. He finally spills, "No. It'll be too easy," he sips his drink, knowing his worth. Yes, he planned to have fun tonight, maybe that type of fun but would he easily just pick her because she stared at him for long. Although he'll give her the praise for being able to draw his attention from afar, she's indeed a skilled dancer but there should be something else.
Maybe a chase.
The easier to get the cheaper, he was Don Marco after all, a little push and pull won't hurt.
Girls which bossoms were the side of two watermelons and ass bigger than earth surround him and his friend. The music beat goes up higher and they dance around entertaining them, just when Marco is about to take another glass of alcohol, an obstruction surfaced.
A strong wind blow when this electric dancer, Charliz Angel storm into his section, takes a shot glass with no permission from him gulping his drink down. She return the cup then flips her hair so seductively before walking away.
He gets her signal.
He chuckles, stunned by her action, he glances at her observing she is now standing near the exit to the private rooms. Don Marco understands this message amused by what she did.
He keeps his cool, gulping down a glass of wine before standing, already knowing how the night will go… he follows her to the private room.
In the private room, he rushes the lady like a quick meal pushing her against the wall gulping her lips steadily. He kisses her intensely, then pauses to look at her lighted up face; from makeup, proceeding to feeling the texture of her hair. He holds her neck but encounters an opposing force.
She pushes him away, resisting him which is insulting, confusing and makes him question his thinking cap.
He sounds a tad annoyed when he asks, "I understand, don't you want this? You winked at me when dancing, stormed into my private section in the club, beckoned me to this place now you push me away," he's angry.
The woman looks at him, her lashes brushed with mascara, hair long black and curvy, she looks stunning, very attractive, her nose is small, eyes rolling in their socket with face possessing an annoyed expression.
She asks authoritatively, "Don't you remember me? Look closely,"
He pulls away, so annoyed, rubbing his nose for a second. "I-I don't get you. Is this part of the act? You can quit it now. It's over, we're already here."
"I'm the girl you met at the club."
He rolls his eyes. "What?"
"You shouldn't forget me. I'm the one who slapped you, I was drunk then you tried helping me out of the stage before I slapped you," she looks at him, trying to figure out if he understands her. She looks certain of what she's saying. Her attitude can be likened to a fox, mysterious and cunning.
"I don't understand what you're saying."
"I danced for you," she folds her arms angrily. "You enjoyed it, then we made love."
The expression in his eyes changed. He seemed interested, his eyes say so. His eyes scan down to her exposed breast in her white bra, she moves behind him, playing with him. "We had a nice time, I woke up in a hotel room. You must've carried me there. If you need more details I was wearing red lingerie. Mr. Marco,"
He's silent.
She huffs, "I'm pregnant." She makes sure she repeats it, "I'm pregnant for you."
His eyes squint. He's quiet for a while before saying, "Dance for me, then."
She raises her brows. "Is that supposed to be a challenge?"
He sits down on the brown couch. "Do it." He's certain he knows what he wants. Why he asks her to do so.
He hasn't seen her performance very well. He's seen her split, and twerk, but those were short moves, he hasn't watched her properly.
This lady laughs. She walks to the pole in her heels, bends down holding the pole, then stands up twirling her body in the hair, she air walks in a very cocky manner.
The Don sits on his chair with legs apart carefully gazing upon her.
She seduces him, splits her legs on the ground, dancing in the purple light before walking down from the raised platform in the room.
He claps with a cloudy emotion, not quite clear standing up. He's walking towards her and she senses something's wrong. Her eyes ajar trying to understand his actions as he draws his lips near but he grabs her by the neck, this time around aggressively.
"Don't you dare mess with me again. You're not her. You can never be the lady from that. You don't dance like her." he storms out angrily.