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On the elevator buttons, the indicator shows, Restaurant floor no 13 Bar and club floor no 13 Number thirteen is my lucky number today. I have a few hours before meeting Don Mauro.This will be my teaser, my number one spot to see how I will spend what I have paid for before walking to Don Mauro. I press the thirteen button, and the elevator closes down and moves. When it reaches the thirteenth floor. I jump out of the elevator straight to the bar. I don't waste time as I ask the bartender for a drink. “Can I have a bottle of the most expensive wine you have got?” The Bartender walks back to the shelf. But before I take a seat. My jam is on. Sean Paul’s new reggae dancehall. The beat coming from the club is extraordinary, mesmerizing, and making a calling for me. I forget all about my request to the bartender. And The next thing I know, I am trotting like a teenager into the club. The club is heaven, an exquisite dancefloor. Side crowd tables. Lights, people enjoying their
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I smile back. This was an easy one. Yassa…. Yeah… yeah…. I got him. Despite that, I feel lacking in my accomplishments. I want to hook him more. Making him regret what he thought was a game he could win.I bring on the moves I had kept for Don Mauro tonight. I open one button in my trouser and my bikini strings are visible, my trouser pulled lower in my waist, giving my waist definition as I whine it. Turning the floor to a seductive dance floor. My target is to make him come over to the dance floor and embarrass him. He is the only one in the club not moving an inch in his body. He feels as if he is in the wrong room. Probably because I do not think he can dance. And I think he is worried about losing his position on a high horse. To becoming a laughingstock for a whole club already trembling under his feet. I am determined to do it. To hook him more to a point where I would be proud of myself for still having that influence on a young and powerful man like him at my age. I a
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Before he takes a closer step to my lips. My eyes see beyond him into the crowd. Looking at all the women in the club. Their eye fixed on him. He could have anyone. Why me? Who do you think you are, Keirah? The grown-up Keirah in me shouts in my head. All women in this club are technically surrounding and throwing themselves at him for his disposal. I don’t swing with women, but their looks on him reflected mine. I feel jealousy, wanting to take him away from their undressing gaze on him. Wait, a minute. Am I jealous? I don’t do feelings that’s how my world works. And I don’t do under thirty-two. That is illegal in my dictionary. It’s a combination of hormones and a new environment, I tell myself in my head. I take a stand in my head and push through, repeating repeatedly. I feel like I am having a serious justification mode in my head and hate it. But I walk out of the dancefloor pushing through everything to not look back. I walk faster, and I can hear his fast pace behind m
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*** I wake up with pain wracking my body. A splitting headache and unsettling stomach to excruciating pain in joints that hold my upper body to my thighs. I cannot stand up straight, holding anything. My head is killing me, and I want to go to the toilet so badly. My stomach wants to flash everything now. It is as if my body no longer belongs to me, and I have accidentally walked into a fifty-year-old body who did not bother keeping her body fit. I forced my eyes open because I needed to get out of bed. The sight before me kills me. A huge bed. Not my bed. Where am I? Messed up a room. From sheets to pillows. And then, touching my body, I notice. I am naked, completely bare. I stand up from the bed. Searching my body and I am strained with sticky strains of blood all over my thighs. My torn clothes are all over the room. It is not just my clothes lying on the floor. But the clothes of a man. I jerked in shock. On the huge sofa sleeps the young man. With his sleeping position,
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As I turn to leave, another page opens on the laptop. It is Don Mauro beside Luciano. My mind is racing, and my gut feeling is already telling i did not escape Don Mauro yesterday. I walk back to the laptop searching for Don Mauro and how he is related to Luciano and what I see makes my body collapse. I had not escaped Don Mauro. I had walked right back into his territory. Don Mauro is Luciano’s uncle. He knew I would try to escape. That’s why he stood just by the bush, waiting for me. They planned this together. Why did I miss the signs? How from nowhere someone would show up in the middle of the forest just by the gate at the time I tried to escape? Don Mauro and Luciano knew each other and my arrival in Casablanca since day one. They planned all this. Just as much as I had planned, they had their plan in motion, too. I thought I planned well. These monsters planned a plan inside my plan. The memories of the times we had spent together with Luciano on the dance floor, the sex,
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