Billionaire gangster falls for a single Mom.

A surprise at the club

Bravyn

I went straight home and slept.Shelby could not have been with me because of the things I am, and I did not want to believe that. She said she detested liars and even tried to be smart with me, saying that I am also a liar and am involved in illegal dealings too.

My eyes shot open, and I was surprised; the sun's rays were streaming into my room from a very different angle, like it was sunset. I opened my eyes and drifted my sight toward the alarm clock on the wall. Then I drifted back to sleep again, a tired, depressive groan coming out of my mouth.

I opened my eyes again. I saw the watch but didn't check the time. Six o'clock. Damn me, how did I sleep the whole day? Was I not supposed to pick her up for breakfast, as if what she has on me is not enough? I have to add more lies to my bargaining bag.

I ran into my bathroom and stopped the half-truck. Why am I running? I am late. I am actually more than a little late. I can not remember, but I must have consumed ten bottles of whiskey last night because my mouth was rotting and my breath smelled bad. Instead, I grabbed my toothbrush and brushed my teeth.

What does she think of me now? Will she care to listen to what I have to say? Is it possible to convince her that I slept the whole day without calling her? without wanting to know what was happening? Does she believe I am no longer interested in dating her?

I carried my toothbrush and toothpaste to the bathroom, put on my robe, and stood beneath the shower. I may have been there for a while before I realized what was happening when I heard the sound of water pelting my numb skin mercilessly. I threw the toothbrush and toothpaste in the sink and gagged in the running water. I had no energy and felt exhausted.

Then I went to my closet and wore my best suit. I guess I did not have a best suit because they were all nice, expensive suits and I could have worn any of them by simply choosing the right one for my mood.

As I applied my fragrant cologne, I looked in the mirror to make sure I was ready to be bashed to death if necessary. I nodded.

I took out my phone. I had a habit of checking my phone after I was done with preparation.For the time being, I checked any text messages from Shelby because I did not want to spend too much time scrolling through the calls and texts, which were obviously numerous.

"You are such a person with cognitive disabilities; you dumped me out and forgot me, and I have been calling the whole day "What kind of person are you".

That was the last one. That was sent like an hour ago. I lost interest in reading the others. She was correct; I am a fool and a stupid man. My body tensed as I opened the calls section. She had called fifteen times. She was one lady I would never want to go against her wishes, so for a brief moment I trembled uncontrollably. I slid my phone into my pocket and rubbed my hands against each other.

I went to my office and sat down.I could picture my beautiful Shelby sad and lamenting about why she came here. But since I let her down, all I have to do to calm my nerves is send someone to see how she is doing.

As the Play City's lights twinkled in the night, I stood by the large window and observed it. I stuffed my hands in my pockets, and then I heard the sound of my door opening, but I didn't flinch.

"You kept me worried; how can you sleep the whole day?" Gainty's voice broke the quietness of the room.

"Have you checked on your assignment?" I asked.

"She is mad at you, and she was drinking whiskey when I left," I said. "One day mess and the best job you can offer me is to look out at your whores," Gainty replied. "Just because she rejects you does not mean she is an angel.

"And?" I asked ,but I could smell his fury from where he stood like he was cursing me .

I attempted to awaken you, but you were unable to open your eyes. There are four bottles of wine next to your bed. I hope it's not the same girl giving you all this trouble. Is she worth it?" Gainty asked. When I turned around, I saw that he appeared to be unhappy with me because his face was wrinkled.

"I can't remember anything; I might have drunk on it when I was long gone!" I said, " Call her hotel and let's let me know how she is!"

"I have sent the cook to bring your favorite grilled pork ribs with honey—crispy and delicious," Gainty said. Hearing him mention my food, my stomach rumbled, and I felt like I needed to eat badly.

"Here is your food, sir." My cook placed the meal on the table and left quickly.

"Sir, she is not in her room; she hailed a taxi and said she was going to have fun but didn't say where!" Gainty said, his voice trembling. He feared being scolded, for it was just a duty to know where she was supposed to be all the time.

"I would do the same if I were in her situation" ,I said, eating hungrily at my meal. I thought you were innocent. Let me hope hunger did not drive you to do silly things.

"Get my entourage ready; I need to go clubbing and track her phone. I need to know where she is; when you find her, bring her to me." I said this after I finished my ribs.

"Clubbing?" Gainty asked, concerned.

"If I don't drain myself, I might end up forcing myself on her, and she will hate me forever!" I told him.

"Just a few days without a woman and you can't sit long, hahaha.".

"Soon I will get married to Shelby. I will not have time to f**k them bitches any longer because my same woman is angry with me and other terrible thoughts are racing through my head. Why not go have fun?" I smiled as I spoke the explanation before leaving.My inner voice informed me that she was still mine and that, despite my flaws, she might give me another chance.

There were five people in my entourage: my driver, three girls, and a security guard. My eyes darted outside the window from the back seat of my Lamborghini, sandwiched between two ladies who were ready to drain me of my remaining energy if I snapped my fingers. However, Shelby was on my mind constantly, and I could picture another man reaching out to touch and admire Shelby's hair. I grabbed hold of him and squeezed his arm so tightly that I almost broke it when I heard one of the girls scream aloud. Damn, I was squeezing the wrong hand.

I was making my way to the best club in the city, which I own. The door opened as the car parked. My driver stepped aside and let us step outside.I led the way as the others followed my security guard to ensure that the hotel was secure by letting them know that the main boss was present and that all protocol should be followed. I assisted the girls with getting out of the car. They were the only people who knew he owned the club.So they had to stay vigilant.

I stood and passed my fingers on my hair, making it more rough. I unbuttoned my white shirt, leaving my chest open. All this was to get a casual look. I cannot afford to raise any suspicion by dressing smart. This will only scare my peddlers, and I know there are many here, even if they don't know me. This is one club that makes me a great fortune.

Hay-hop music blared in the surroundings, and my ears were getting used to it. I led my way to my usual spot and sat in my favorite seat. I scrutinized the room as my girls sat on both sides. My driver went to ask for my special bottle of whiskey. It was hot, and girls had already swarmed around me. I always have them giggling around me and kissing my feet for a treat of beer or a tip, and if anyone got lucky, she would follow me home.

I smiled and appeared on my face at their sight of their skin in their overly revealing flashy outfits. "My Shelby will never wear that. I wish I was sleeping on her chest. Sorry for not sleeping, resting my head on that mold of firm breasts she had!" My mind started drifting to the only thing that mattered in my life now.

"But I am a bad boy, just like her ex-boyfriend, and I don't stand a chance!" I answered myself.

The girls were squabbling over available space at both my sides, putting their hands all over my body and pressing their boobs against my chest. Her waist was so small that my hands could easily wrap around her, and he gave her the best kisses ever with her full, round lips and her hot mouth, but I was unable to feel them because she was not there in this club with me and I had already messed up; my mind was on another beautiful person, my Shelby. She is somewhat wild and content, however; she and I share a desire for one another. She is broken, however; she needs repair in order to fall in love once more and with just me.

When a woman called my name, I turned around because I had finished the first bottle and was about to start the second. She flashed me a glass, so I poured her some whiskey—something I never do because I always buy people enough to enjoy on their own. Feeling special, she crossed over and sat down on my lap. She had no pants on when I grabbed her, and when my finger touched her hard clit, she repressed a gasp. I was intoxicated but conscious at the time. I continued by inserting two fingers inside of her, which caused her to gasp once more. I then knelt down and said, "I am sorry I can not have you tonight, but I need a hot, tight p***y!"

When I pressed my third finger into her and she jerked upward, she let out a throaty laugh. I think I was mesmerized and had changed my mind. Unfortunately, I removed all of them and beckoned my driver for my special wet wipes to wipe the wetness away. I just raised my hand, and he knew what I wanted.

She shifted her lips to the side before licking me from the bottom of my stomach all the way up to my neck. She did as she was instructed, and I watched as her lips were full of gross saliva as she pricked me with her nails while she dug into my chest. Of course, she was not going to leave without leaving her mark. She stood up and left while laughing.

The ladies around me weren't going to do anything to impress me; I was getting bored fast, and I was drinking fast too." I beckoned my driver and asked for my pork chops,and within minutes I was chewing on them. My alcohol levels always decreased in some mysterious way, thanks to the fat in them.

Now that the ladies had begun kissing and touching each other, I had to choose my prey because none of them lived up to my expectations. For her presence to surround me when I drove my knob deep into her, I needed one that more closely resembled Shelby. My knob grew smaller as they touched me more.

Two years without a f**k, I need her. Those loose holes that give in to different people every day can no longer entice me.

I took a sip of my bottle and set it down on the side table as I stood up from my chair and staggered toward each corner, knowing that my safety was in the best possible hands. I then stared at the entire area in front of me. I turned my gaze to face the counter at that point, and something caught my eye. I rubbed my eyes and put my hands on my face before giving this person a serious look.

I first recognized her face, then noticed that her hair was pulled back into a horse-like tail and hung down to her shoulders. She was sporting a blue dress that hugged her figure closely, making her annoyingly visible waist more apparent. She was the only woman who had covered her entire body except for the cleavage, because I could see the two firm hills protruding, and they looked vulnerable. Anyone with a sharp mind like mine would understand she was here because she was running from someone, and that was me. She also had no makeup on, making her appear to be a girl who trusts her beauty.

I watched her attempt to turn around while stumbling a little and holding a half-full glass of whatever she was drinking and thought, "This is no place to have fun my girl, too many hyenas." Thank God I decided to wake up and stroll at the right moment.

She gave me a blank stare and no indication that she knew who I was before raising her glass to me and downing its contents. Her pursed lips and the way her tongue moved drew me in. My lips parted and my tongue slipped out, wanting to lick the stray droplets on the side of her mouth.

I was afraid to approach her, but when she moved, her dress clung to her bum, revealing that waist I had wanted to hold onto since I met her. When I got closer and she sat on a high stool, I noticed her perfectly shaped buttocks twitch and shake as they met the flat stool surface, as if they were beckoning me to close the distance between us.

I felt a throbbing heat below,and for the first time that night, my body responded to someone. I was afraid to approach her after I failed her, which is why she is here to drown her sorrows. I blamed myself for walking out of her room last night without even saying goodbye; she must have thought that I had dumped her in some hotel and maybe run away.

I walked to the counter and stood behind her. When she said something to the bartender, he took out a bottle of wine, poured some into her glass, and smiled at her. I did not want to see anyone smile at Shelby, even though she was unaware that I was standing behind her. I had to grow out of my fears and say something before it was too late.

"My God, aren't you beautiful?" I whispered into her ears, watching her as a hunter would do to his prey.

" Move along, Mister, I am here on a different mission!" She shouted without turning around.

" Come on Shelby , I hurt you and am sorry?" I thought of saying that but I decided to play her game .

"Whatever mission, make me a part of it; I am jealous of that cleavage girl," I murmured. Then, to my advantage, someone sitting next to her left to go dance to some rap music.

She drained her glass; she was drunk.She did not even recognize me, but the lushness of her tongue made it clear that she did not need any men in her life. And this was my gift tonight; I know it was not right to take her this way, but I knew she would beg me for it, and if I had the chance, I could not pass it up; we could fight in the morning.

My body was hot as hell. I sat next to my goddess; I desired her, but due to her stubborn nature, I had to find a way to leave this club with her by my side. "My usual whiskey," I said loudly, and the waiter was surprised, giving me a nod. I had never sat at the counter before, but he has to deal with it for now.

Shelby averted her gaze from me, as if I had not met her expectations, and took another sip from her glass. My tongue parted and swirled with hers as she drank and licked the glass rim.My knob hardened. I needed that tongue on my knob, swirling into spirals as I gasped in pleasure.Tonight, my thoughts were purely evil, and I could not do anything about it. I was desperate to get laid, and the universe was on my side. A very drunk Shelby is staggering by my side, and I will have her for as long as she allows.