A Night of Horrible Decisions

Chapter Five- 

A Night of Horrible Decision

 GRANT POV 

I blame the whiskey. And not just the whiskey.  I blame myself for the bad decision I made the night before my birthday.

**Few weeks before**

I went to The Orchids the night before the birthday dinner my daughter had planned, to meet one of the Mafia Don’s representatives sent to check me out for the alliance I’m signing with them. The meeting went better than I hoped, and after the men left, I decided to celebrate with a few glasses of whiskey. 

Because what’s a successful night without a celebration?

But after a few glasses and a few seductive touches here and there from the club strippers. I was in the mood for a hot, rough fuck. My usual fucks weren’t in town, and I needed a warm, quick fix.

Just when I was about to give in and signal one of the strippers lounging around, a silver dress caught my attention at the far end of the room.

Her long black hair flowed down her back in contrast to the sparkling silver dress. A dress I knew would look even better bunched in my fist as she moaned my name. 

The silver number barely covered her above-average breasts, and the slit revealed the curve of her hips and teasing glimpses of her pale ass.

She took the final step down the staircase into the room, glanced around nervously as if looking for someone… yet looking like she didn’t want to be found.

How could someone stand out so beautifully yet seem like they’d rather melt into the shadows?

I took a sip of my whiskey now lukewarm and watched as the guys around tried to get her attention. 

Typical male species. Predictable. It irked me the way they fawn over the other gender. A man should always keep his cool. After all, we were the prize. The other gender was nothing but a warm hole to cum into and a womb to carry children; neither of which is essential.

She waved them off and took her time scanning the men in the room as she walked slowly toward the bar where I sat. Her eyes didn’t meet mine. And I wasn’t going to be one of those men falling over themselves for female attention, no matter how hot she was.

The bartender took my already empty glass, refilled it with whiskey and ice. Now this was what whiskey should taste like.

My eyes, against my will, went back to the raven-haired beauty, still searching the room. Then her gaze locked with mine.

I nearly choked on my drink but composed myself, making sure my nonchalant, cold mask stayed intact. I sipped like women approaching me in clubs was just another Tuesday night.

She stepped closer. And closer. Until she passed my stool, then stopped just on the other side.

I scrolled absently through my phone, took another sip then felt a hand on my shoulder.

Her nervous smile hit me full force, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Ivin, my bodyguard, moving to intervene. I shook my hand subtly to let him know not to worry.

Even if she was an assassin, she wouldn’t dare try anything in an open space.

Besides, something about her molten-chocolate gaze tugged at my heart and that’s strange, considering everyone knows I don’t have one.

Her hand slipped from my shoulder to my chest, trailing slowly downward toward where I knew she was heading… but I caught her hand in a firm grip.

“Easy there Nymph.” 

My thumb traced slow circles over her skin. 

“Let’s take this indoors.”

She didn’t speak, but the corner of her lips tugged up in a quick smile, that’s all the permission I needed.

I took her tiny hand in mine and led her toward the suite attached to the exclusive part of the club. But before we reached the elevator that would take us upstairs, she tugged my hand with her free one and pushed open the nearest restroom door, pulling me inside.

Before I could process her plan, she was on her knees between my legs, unbuckling my belt.

The thought of a quick, rough fuck had already made me hard back at the bar, but seeing her kneeling between my legs, eyes locked on me like I was the only god she wanted to worship… yeah, that worked perfectly for me.

Because I am a god worth serving. Otherwise, why would I pull out my massive eight-inch cock and grant her every filthy wish?

Her eyes glinted with arousal at the sight, and she wrapped her small hands around me without hesitation. She spat several times, trying to lubricate me, but there was the thing about gods,  we don’t wait for human timing. We do what we want.

While she opened her mouth to lick the tip, I didn’t wait for her to get fully ready. I pushed into her mouth.

I’d said earlier I wanted a warm hole and usually, a tight pussy tops my list but as I shoved down her throat, I reconsidered. 

A warm, tight throat might just beat it… except maybe for a virgin cunt.

She shook her head wildly, slapped my thigh, trying to get me to ease up.

But I’m her god, and my rules go here. I fisted her hair, controlling her head. I eased out just enough for her to breathe, but before she could get comfortable, I pushed in again deep, past her gag reflex, until her nose pressed into me and her forehead bumped my stomach.

I didn’t care if she couldn't breathe. Watching her struggle was almost as satisfying as the way her throat clenched around me. But enough distractions. I needed to mark this throat as mine.

“Take it like the filthy slut you are.”

She moaned at the words, her body relaxed, replaced by a greedy hunger to take more.

Seems she was a filthy slut after all.

Her moans grew louder, and one hand slipped from my thigh to disappear between her legs. 

I love greedy whores and she was definitely my kind of woman.

She took every inch, every drop, swallowing without spilling a single drop.

A good cum slut.

I knew I should keep her, but experience taught me never to offer a one-night stand more than that single night, unless asked and club flirts are not to be trusted. 

Still… if I saw her again, she wasn’t going to get away so easily. I told her as much.

Her only answer was the sharp click of her heels as she walked out and vanished into the night.

When I got home, I cancelled my night with Risa, one of my favorite fuckholes. 

That was unusual, considering Risa could take it any way I gave it to her. A blowjob wasn’t supposed to leave me this satisfied.

I’d planned to make it up to Risa after my birthday brunch… until I saw her again.

The throat goddess.

The same girl who turned out to be my daughter’s best friend.

And now, in the middle of a quick kiss I’d hoped would lead to another blowjob, she had the nerve to bring up my daughter??