Chapter 4

The party had just started. Women of all races, sizes, and shapes had gathered in Lucas Benjamin’s grand house, ready to partake in the greatest indulgence of their lifetime.

They were all dressed to kill in flimsy fancy dresses that distinguished them as ladies while at the same time showcasing their wild nature. The men were not as distinguishably dressed, though they still looked good in their mostly black and grey suits.

Only one man ever stood out in such crowds really- the owner of the party, the house, and the hearts of most of the women in the room - Lucas Benjamin. Even if one had never laid eyes on Lucas, it was easy to know who he was the moment he entered a room. His stature, and the way he carried himself, were a statement by themselves. 

He was standing by his grand staircase, looking poised in his navy green Dolce and Gabbana suit, his black Gucci shoes, the thousand-dollar Rolex draped graciously on his left wrist, and the diamond chain on his neck.

He was the definition of wealth itself, and it was no wonder every once in a while, the women would look up at where he was standing with desire in their eyes. It did help, of course, that he was extremely good-looking. His face was like the shape of Adonis himself.

He had a sharp jawline that was enunciated more by nicely shaped sideburns. His nose was neither too big nor too small, it was just the perfect size. His lips were pink, and they turned red occasionally. But none of that was his greatest feature.

His greatest feature was his beautiful nut-brown eyes that turned into a dark chocolate-brown when he was excited about something. At the moment though, nothing in the room excited him. He looked around at the throng of people in his billion-dollar house, drinking, talking, dancing, partying.

He looked at the smiles on their faces and a small pang shot up his spine. He could not remember the last time he felt happy enough to smile so effortlessly as most of the people in the room were. 

He sipped the drink in his hand, knowing that it would not exactly liven up his mood, but at least it would numb the ever-growing loneliness that was creeping up slowly. After one sip failed to do the trick, he decided to gulp down his whole drink. This was his party for heaven’s sake. He had a part to act, and dammit if he was going to let his feelings get in the way of that. 

He finished his drink, signaled the waiter for two more others, and after finishing them too, he felt sufficiently capable of handling his guests. 

Let the party begin!

***

As I majestically walked down the stairs one step at a time, I could not help but question myself on why I let myself go through these experiences every time. I did not like human interactions, and more often than not, preferred my own private time with a drink.

I was selfish.

All human beings were bound to be selfish. They all think of themselves, and at the end of the day, would only think of how they benefit from interacting with each other. It was the same thing that was happening here, tonight, in my abode.

Looking at them, it would be easy to think that they were actually here to celebrate me, with no malicious intentions at heart.

But I was not one to be easily deceived.

During my years as a successful businessman, I had worked with enough partners to know that human beings were selfish.

All of them!

Except her. 

But I could not think of her today. I had to be happy. Or at least try to.

I let the room absorb the effect of my presence, leaving my scent behind for them to remember, not that they could easily forget. I had worked myself to the top of the pyramid which made my name stick on everyone’s lips, willingly or unwillingly, for a rather long time.

Men wanted to be me, and women wanted to be with me.

As for me, I just wanted to be with her again.

As I approached the bottom of the flight of stairs, I realized that all eyes were on me. It would be a lie to say that I did not at least enjoy this part. The effect I had on women especially.

I brought out the signature smirk that I knew was undeniably attractive, and when I heard a couple of gasps in the room and felt more eyes on me, I adjusted my suit, increased my poise, and smiled inwardly. 

Proudly.

It was too easy sometimes.

As was routine when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I first exchanged pleasantries with my male acquaintances. I knew the women were watching, and as a predator who wanted to lure his beautiful prey in, I had to play like I was an ordinary guy. Not that I was an ordinary guy, and not that I needed that much help to lure women in. It just excited me to play the games. And play them well.  

Later, I went around the room, making small talk with the men, all the while pretending not to pay too much attention to the women. 

Once I had circled the majority of the room, I went to the bar, got myself another drink, and waited for the plan to take action. 

Sure enough, after a few minutes, three women walked toward me,

It is so easy with them.

With her though…

I took a sip of my drink, hoping that the alcohol would wash away my thoughts of her. I needed to focus on the party in front of me. She was too far.

I turned my head to listen to the three women who introduced themselves rather flirtatiously. I nodded as I turned to each one of them, forgetting their names as soon as they said them. In my head, they became Bimbo 1, Bimbo 2 and Bimbo 3.

I knew that was rather sexist of me to categorize them as such, but past experiences had made it clear that women wanted the same things from him: sex, money, and something to post on social media.

Bimbos!

After offering each one of them their preferred drinks, Bimbo 1 asked me for a dance, which I was quick to decline. Thinking that my resistance worked, Bimbo 3 held my hand, pulling me out of my seat and leading the way while the other two women laughed in hidden envy.

From then on, the night went great.

I had a few more drinks, danced with more women, kissed a few, had more drinks, had drunken conversations, and danced some more. 

It was a great night, but then again, every night that I threw parties was a great night. 

When the party ended, most of the guests cleared out while others made themselves comfortable in the many spare bedrooms. I was too drunk to move to my bedroom at the moment, so I lingered a bit longer in the living room with Bimbos 1 and 2 whom I had met at the start. 

I tried to have a meaningful conversation with them to at least try and prove my judgment of them wrong.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they are different.

Staring into their lustful eyes, I knew I was right from the very beginning. The conversation on the state of the country and its effects on businesses did not yield any fruits, which forced me to save my “what do you think” questions for another trial.  

“Would either of you like to sleep here?” I asked, looking from one woman to another. I was sure that this was a conversation that would get me more concrete replies than the Hmmms and Yeah replies I had gotten before. The two women exchanged a naughty glance as if telepathically weighing the heavier pros with the non-existent cons.

Bimbo 1 then moved closer to me until her mouth was practically in my ear. 

“Actually,” she started with a voice that she thought sounded seductive to me. “We would rather go to bed with you.” She dragged you down my chest, with a voice that came out more husky than I believe she wanted.

“Both of you?” I asked, feigning shock.

In truth, I had seen this coming all along. That was the price I often paid for inviting such women to my parties. Not that I was complaining, but for once, I would have loved for one of them to be different. I would have loved to be genuinely surprised. 

I am not selfish.

Usually, I invite them to entertain my male acquaintances. Some end up lucky. Others, not so much. 

“Yes, both of us,” Bimbo 2

said with the same voice used by the first, also moving closer to me and landing a wet peck on my cheek. 

“Well, I have to say, ladies. I am in awe here. Won’t any of you feel jealous?” I read the script I had so often recited in such situations. 

“No. We both want you. Is that so bad? Are we bad girls, baby?” Bimbo 1 replied with a small chuckle as her hands started roaming free over my body. 

“Well, then. I am a but a man, after all. Let us proceed then, shall we?” I said standing up, taking each lady by the hand and leading them upstairs. 

Let the real party begin!