Runaway Bridesmaids

Derek's POV

The terrible ringing of my phone made me look away from the CCTV screen at the VIP section of my club. It was one of the most expensive clubs in the city and whenever I get reports of someone sniffing around my club or acting suspicious, I check the CCTV for confirmation before I command for him to be brought to me. When it comes to my club, I only care about two things, Money and the damn reputation.

My phone started ringing the second time.

I wanted to ignore it thinking it was my mother but I stopped when I saw it was my private detective. The same one I hired to tiptoe around the ones surrounding me and give me the necessary information that's important. It might sound like I’m stalking them but no, I'm just making sure everything is in its damn place.

"Talk to me," I said loudly into the phone, trying to beat the sound of the music with my loud voice.

"Big news, boss. Lucas Anderson is back in town"

For a minute, I couldn't say a word. I stopped as time seemed to stop with me. Lucas has disappeared for seven years and now, he just returns like that. I hope that fucker doesn't come up to me and think I'll forgive him for messing things up before he left. Lucas was an old friend, someone I grew up with but at the same time, he was a big fuck up.

I looked up to him as a brother and I never expected him to be someone who'll opt and run when things go down the drain.

"When?"

"Three weeks ago, he had been in a coma for two weeks and his arrival was kept hidden by his family" He answered.

"I'll talk to you later" I dropped the call, not ready to listen further.

I don't give a damn about what happens to him. He asked for it and he got what he asked for. 

I do not care!

Smirking, I walked out of the VIP room towards the staircase leading to the regular section where the DJ was. I’d invited him, especially just for tonight and he’s charged me thousands of dollars claiming he was the best DJ in town and he deserved the best. He didn’t lie about that though, he really is the best.

I gave him a small smile and he nodded back.

Everyone was excited, dancing as if morning wouldn’t come. This is the exact moment I live for. I watched them experience what I don't experience.

I sipped my drink as I looked around the crowd, watching their sweaty, happy bodies; some dancing alone, others grinding on each other, ready to spend the night with a stranger.

The hair at the back of my head stood as I felt someone was watching me.

I turned.

A vixen was right there, truly staring at me, looking at me with so much lust in her eyes. She bit her lower lip as she rolled her hips from side to side at the sound of the music. 

Fuck! I groaned as I felt my member harden. 

I'm taking this one home tonight! I said to myself.

Slowly, I moved closer to her and the more I did, the more I realized how beautiful she was. Her breasts were large, the almost impossible size and I couldn't wait to have a feel of those. 

Her lips were big; fake but that didn't matter because I didn't care if it was fake or real but whatever it may be, I'm having those wrapped around me tonight.

Fuck! I cursed again as I almost came to that wild thought. When I finally got close to her, she was smiling at me.

"You are a goddess" I started, hitting it off with my pickup line that worked like magic at all times.

Only lame guys start with shit like, *what’s your name, beautiful?*

"Is that what you tell those girls that make them remove their panties?" 

She asked. From there I knew it wouldn't be easy trying to…..

"Because it just worked on me" She finished her sentence and I smiled, knowing I'd hit the jackpot again.

I slowly moved my hand across her lips, trying to get her as turned on as I was. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me and gently grazed my hand on her ass. Seeing that she wasn't resisting, I grabbed a full chunk of her ass in her hand and squeezed.

She moaned into my ear.

"Fuck! What's your name?" 

"It doesn't matter. The question you should be asking me is when we'll be leaving for your place" She replied.

She's so on the same level as I was and that made me more curious about her.

"Not too far from here, sweetie" 

Rule number one of the Playboy games- Tell them you're taking them home but don't ever take them to your house.

"Shall we?" 

"We shall" She answered with a smile. As she walked in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder how lucky I got tonight. It’s really rare to see girls like that at the club unaccompanied.

I led the way out of the club and on the way I messaged some of my boys to get the room ready. I didn't need to specify, they knew the room I was referring to. It was an apartment I had rented not too far from the club.

Not wasting time, I quickly kissed her as soon as we entered the apartment. I didn't want to waste a second anymore.

"Call down, you," She said laughing hard while I resumed kissing her neck. 

"The thing is, I'm a celebrity from a town across here and I came here seeking pleasure. You know how that club keeps the VIP details secret, right?" She asked 

"Yes, baby" For the first time, I was proud of myself and every decision I’d made for that club.

"I need you to sign this document for me. It's a confidentiality agreement. It's not like I don't trust you, baby. I just need to put my anxious heart at rest" She assured me. When I looked into her eyes, I couldn’t say no and at that moment I knew I was going to break rule number two of the playboy games.

Rule number 2 of the playboy games: Never sign an agreement with any lady

Without thinking twice, I collected the document from her, scanned through it, and signed the first page. She turned it over to the second page, I glanced through the letters written, signed, and by the third page, I didn't bother checking it anymore, I just signed.

I resumed the reason why I'd brought her here, kissed her senseless, made sure I had those lips wrapped around my hard member, gave her a hypnotic head, and finally got to have a taste of her. 

 I had her writhing underneath me for the rest of the night, moaning my name as loud as she could get.

‘Fuck Derek!’

‘Oh, faster, Derek,”

“Yes baby, just like that baby,”

By the time we were done, she was exhausted. She quickly fell on the bed while I took a quick shower. 

Leaving was the second priority in conjunction with the third rule of the Playboy game.

Rule number 3: Never ever stay the night, no matter how amazing she is in bed.

I left the apartment after instructing my boys on how to dispose of the girl when she woke up. They should get her a flower and drive her to her house, that's if she agrees.

By the time I got home, I went straight to bed and slept off. 

A loud knock accompanied by the ringing of my house bell woke me up. I cursed out loud, ready to beat up anyone who was behind that door, disturbing my early morning peace. Groggily, I got out of bed and marched towards the front door,

"Who the fuck are you?" I cursed out angrily as I opened the door. I had to swallow the curse when I saw my mother at the other side of the door, glaring at me.

"You dare curse at me, Derek. Not only do you make your mother cry but now you curse out at her"

I noticed a short, petite girl standing behind her but I gave her no second glance as she's not my type of girl.

"Stop being so dramatic, mother. I didn't know it was you" 

"Well! Let's leave it at that. Good morning to you too, son" 

"There's nothing good about the morning, mother" 

I grumbled, opening the door wide ready to walk back in and probably let her sort out whatever she came here to do. My mother is full of drama and I'm not so ready for any of it. 

"It's a beautiful morning Derek, guess what, you just got married" She grinned while holding a document. Why is she messing around so early?

"What!" I declared in disbelief. 

I looked up to see my mother holding up a document, the same fucking document that I'd signed during the early hours of the morning. 

Fuck my life!