Damien Culhane spends Saturday nights in a strip club with three of his friends, Lucas, Brian and Charles. It was the only way they spent their time together on their busy schedule. They were all wealthy businessmen, so they hardly had time for impromptu and unnecessary meet-ups. Saturday nights were for making up for it to avoid breaking up the circle. They were tight friends, as good as brothers.
As they all chatted away, recounting their experience of the week, Damien found his focus on one of the strippers. From the VIP booth where they were, he had a clearer view. He watched her big ass vibrate along with the music, his eyes following every upward and downward movement in sync. She was twerking on the pole, and when she turned around, her boobs were bouncing along.She was not exactly beautiful, but she was sexier than all the other strippers. Damien licked his lips. He had found a girl for the night."Damien! Damien! Earth to Damien!" It was Lucas calling.Damien forced himself to withdraw his eyes from the stripper, and he turned to look at Lucas, smiling innocently. "Did you hear anything Brian just said?" Lucas asked with one brow up. Lucas was his best and closest friend among the three."Nah, what did he say?" Damien asked nonchalantly, his eyes returning to the hot chick he had spotted. All three eyes followed him to where he was looking."You have no shame, Damien." Charles said, chuckling."I know." Damien replied, grinning. "You wanna eye fuck her too, but someone has to be loyal to his girl." He added and winked at Charles."Shut up, bro. I am satisfied with my wife." Charles was fast to respond. He was the only one married among the four."All right, lover boy," Damien replied, smirking. "You should not be here, though, if you are satisfied.""It is our thing. Do not push it" Charles glared at Damien.Damien shot his two hands up. "All right, all right, I was just kidding.""Ok, maybe we need to change location. We could spend our Saturday nights somewhere else other than here." Charles said."No way, bro!" Lucas replied, smirking. "No one told you to run off and marry."They all laughed except Charles. "Come on, you guys should be considerate," Charles said, sighing. "She has started complaining about this.''"Just tell her that you are simply hanging out with the boys." Brian suggested."Or we could just change the fucking location.""We are sorry, man, we have been doing this for years. We cannot just change it because you got married." Lucas stated."Besides, we all look forward to Saturday nights because of this." Damien added, pointing at the strippers."Speak for yourself," Charles said. "It is high time you guys got serious with your lives."Lucas frowned, shocked by his comment. "Whoa whoa, hold up, man. Just because we are not married does not mean we are not serious with our lives."Damien laughed out. "Not everyone here is a lover boy like you, Charles.""And besides you got bastard money. We got bastard money too. The only difference between you and us is that you put a ring on the finger of a woman." Brian added.They all laughed, including Charles."So you guys will not agree to change location?" Charles asked again."No." Damien replied, his attention returning to the stripper.Lucas stood up. He placed himself in front of Damien, blocking his view. Folding his arms, he said, "Could you at least pretend to be decent.""I am in no way decent." Damien replied, shrugging. "Out of my way.""I know, that is why I said pretend asshole. And no, I am staying right here. We were discussing something before we got disrupted, thanks to your lack of attention and eye fucking skills.""That right there is his dinner. You do not wanna make him lose it. Trust me." Brian said, laughing.Damien smirked, stretching his right hand and folding it into a fist. He gave Brian a fist bump."Oh, you know too well.""You two are just shameless," Charles stated curtly."I know. You have said that before, my love." Damien mimicked the voice of a lady. He then gifted Charles with a wide smile."Grow up, dude!" Charles said, laughing. The other two joined.Whistling, Lucas returned to his seat, a smirk appearing on his face. "Look, who is coming." He said, his eyes fixed on the entrance of the VIP. They all turned to look. It was Bella, she was skimpily dressed, and she was heading toward them, Damien specifically."My, oh my, this woman would go to any level into get into your pants again, look at those boobs, she did nothing to hide them even a little." Brian exclaimed, in a tone only they could hear."Shit!" Damien muttered and stood up, attempting to leave."Here you are, Damien! I have been looking all over the place for you." Bella squeaked. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him back to the couch and sat him down."What for?" Damien asked sternly, releasing his hand from hers but remaining seated."Huh?" She asked and sat down on the lap of Damien and wrapped her hands around his neck.Damien stiffened. "You said you have been looking for me. What for?" He asked, his voice still stern."Come on, Damy, do not be like that." She purred, blinking her fake lashes repeatedly."Never you call me that again." Damien said through gritted teeth. "What do you want, Bella?Standing up from his lap, she turned to face Damien. "Damien, why do you treat me this way?""What do you want, Bella?" Damien asked again, ignoring her question.Lucas snorted. "Is it not obvious?""You Damien, you! I just want you." Bella replied with a sulk evident on her face. "Am I not good enough for you?""No." Damien replied simply. Brian laughed out but stopped when Bella turned to glare at him."No? Why!" She screeched, staring down at Damien."Bella, I am getting sick of your clinginess, and I am beginning to regret fucking you." Damien said cooldy."Ouch." Lucas mouthed, and Charles made an effort not to laugh out loud."Please, Damien. Even if I can not be anything to you. I want to sleep with you. One more time.""Bella, I do not sleep with one woman more than once. Forget it and forget me.""Damien-""It was just a one-night stand, nothing more." Damien interrupted her. " I wonder why I even know your name, why we still see each other and why you are here right now."With tears streaming down her face, Bella ran off. Not before saying, "Fuck you!""Now that spiced up the night, It was very entertaining." Lucas said, laughing."I just want you, Damien." Charles mimicked."Shut up!" Damien glared at Charles."Bro, just give her what she wants. Just fuck her one more time and get her over with." Lucas said."You know me well and know my rules. You fuck twice, and you land yourself into a relationship.""A relationship is not bad." Charles stated."Whatever." Damien replied, standing up."Where are you going?" Brian asked him. "Are you leaving?""Yup, I got to attend to something. It has been long since I put the Fuck Hotel to good use." Damien said, winking. The actual name of the hotel was Grandees, the most expensive hotel in the state and owned by him. Fuck Hotel was what the boys called it because that was where Damien takes most of his one night stands too.He bid his friends goodbye and left the VIP section of the club. Damien looked around, trying to find the stripper with the big ass. He spotted her at a corner near the bar.He walked up to her with a smile plastered on his face. She was backing him. He cleared his throat to get her attention."Hello, sexy." Damien said, his voice hoarse. She turned around to face him."Hey." She replied with a sultry voice, accessing Damien from head to toe. Biting her lower lips, she decided that she liked what she sees. She smiled up at Damien. A seductive smile.Bending down toward her neck, Damien whispered into her ear, "I know a certain hotel room that will be of interest to you."His bloodshot eyes were what scared her the most. As ghastly and bloody looking as they were, it did not shut out his other grotesque features. He looked like he had not shaved for years now. His beards scattered all over his face like it was a battlefield. His nails did not receive any attention either. They were long and sharp and looked more like claws. The unusual dark colour of lips was scary. It made Celine wonder if those were the same lips she once kissed. They were so unnaturally dark. John looked unhealthy. Painfully slim, yet she knew not to judge by appearance. From the recent news that Celine gathered, he was more than you can handle. How did John change so much and within a short time, she wondered? "What a pleasant surprise." The smile he gave her was disturbing, and it revealed yet another disconcerting feature of his. His teeth were a dark shade of yellow, with one of the front teeth broken at the tip and some of his teeth gone.She could feel
There was a mad gleam in his bloodshot eyes. She got pressed instantly and was in desperate need to pee. She knew what he was asking, but she decided to act like she did not."What are you talking about?" she managed to ask without stammering."You know what I'm talking about! Don't play games with me!" he yelled, using his whole hand to grab her jaw and squeezing it tightly. She winced in pain. With gritted teeth, he said, "I will only ask one more time." He released her jaw and took in a breath. "Do you know?""Yes, I do." she whispered, her head returning immediately to face the floor."Oh, my bad. I told you so many things I shouldn't have." He spat. "First of all, this place. I should never have brought you here."The location of the tunnel was the outskirts of the city. It was a hidden area. A place John discovered when he was a little boy. John brought her here whenever he wanted alone time with her. She had always viewed John's choice of
It was late noon by the time Céline got back home. She was so grateful that she had come out of the den that John now called home alive. That psychopath scared the shit out of her, but she refused to show it, refused to give him that satisfaction.She felt good to be home. She was in her living room with the TV on, though she was not giving it any of her attention. The last thing on her mind was whatever was showing on the TV. She was too distracted to know the station it was on. Her thoughts were on her encounter with John and their conversation. She had no idea where to get such a sum of money John demanded. Even if she saved up her salary for a whole year, she still would not be able to realize such an amount. The truth was Céline did not have any idea how to get it. She had just made a deal with John so she would be able to come out in one piece. If Céline had not made that deal, John would not have hesitated to kill her. She could not accep
"Can I see that?" Céline asked, stretching out her hand. Her aunt closed the newspaper and handed it over to her. Céline took it from her aunt and flipped the pages looking for the news on Damien. It was not hard to find. On the top of the page where it was, boldly written. "DAMIEN CULHANE, IN SEARCH OF A WIFE!"She chuckled, amused by such a title. She quickly read through, getting more interested with every word she read. Céline finished scanning the page and handed the magazine to her aunt with newfound excitement."Well, basically, I think his mom that put that in the news," Céline spoke up."Why would she do that?" Her aunt asked, confused by the conclusion she made."She is probably anxious to get her son a wife, seeing that she is not getting any younger. So she is going to whatever extent she can, including using the media.""Hmm, you have a point, but I doubt it." Her aunt said with a frown staring straight at Céli
Damien wondered the kind of energy God gave women as he listened to his mother rant on and on without so much as pausing to take a breath. "This is the sixth woman, Damien, the sixth! ""You are not getting younger, Damien, so you need to get married and settle down. I have been trying so hard to find you a model wife, one that calm take care of you and tame you somehow""Are you even aware that you have to pass your business empire to someone? And if you don't, you are just going to let it die with you, young man!"His mother never ceased to amaze him. Did she not just say he was not getting any younger, and then she called him a young man?"Mom, would you let me breathe? I am just thirty and not that old yet." He replied and sighed. "Some men marry at forty, and I'm not even close to forty".It was obvious mom was not pleased with what he just said. She looked ever ready to lash out her anger. Here we go again, another round of unending rant."F
Celine paced around her room, anxiously waiting for her aunt to return. It's been a while since she left. Céline was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to return. She had texted her aunt to check her email inbox if there was a reply to her inquiry and application/request to the court and marry Damien Culhane.It sounded crazy enough in her head, and Céline could never bring herself to say it out. She had stopped too low.Had she been rejected? Was she not pretty enough? She tried so hard to look beautiful in that picture. She was tense, thinking about the outcome. She needed an answer now.If her aunt doesn't return soon enough, she might lose it."Oh God, help me. Help your poor daughter." Céline clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tightly. She desperately needed this.The sound of the front door closing brought her out of her thoughts. That must be her aunt. Without second thoughts, she ran down to meet her.
Friday was usually a hectic day for Damien. Damien has been sitting at his desk all day long, paperwork piling higher and higher. His butt started to hurt from sitting down for long, and his hand was stiff from writing and typing.Looking at the paperwork still left, he wondered what he had been doing all this while. The pile, a piece of mocking evidence that he has done nothing much. Well, what did he expect? He was the owner of nearly half the restaurants, boutiques, clubs and hotels in the state, so there would be lots of paperwork. Of course, he could afford a personal assistant, but he was carefully avoiding being a victim to the stuff usually depicted in cliché movies. Call it absurd, but he was not taking any chances.Pulling his chair backwards, he stood up and stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles.He glanced at his watch. It was 9:45 pm. He packed his things and headed out of his office. The deafening silence of
What she was wearing was simple, yet something about her made her stand out. There were a lot of classy dressed women on the dance floor. She was just on a crop top, cargo pants and boots, yet she was the one that drew his attention. He watched her closely. She was dancing with so much energy as if drugged by the music. She moved her hips like their only special purpose was to sway. The vibe radiating from her made him itchy to get on the dance floor and spin her away. He had not even seen her face yet!He patiently waited for her to turn around and face him, careful not to lose sight of her. When she did, he was completely and utterly charmed. He was not one to stare, but that was what he was doing right now, his jaw agape. This beauty was alarming, one you could not just ignore. With his jaw almost dropping to the floor, it was a surprise that Damien was not drooling. He took his time to take her in. She had red hair, and she tied up in a ponytail. The