Guilty Souls

HIS WAYS BEFORE

CHAPTER 6

Later that evening...

DIMITRI

I really wanted Azalea to accompany me tonight; however, her reason was valid, and she needed to prioritize the bar exam. Besides the fact that we both enjoyed our casual dates, we basically enjoyed each other's company. If those could even be regarded as dates, then we're dating as friends. 

For now, that was the only thing between us --casual...

As soon as I entered the Exclusive Club, the manager wearing a formal coat and slacks greeted me and accompanied me to a private bar on the second floor. Before we stepped on the stairs, I looked around the ground floor set-up, and I saw bar attendants and waitresses wearing revealing tops and skimpy shorts or skirts. The clothing was insubstantial but adequate for the kind of clients the bar was serving. It was intended for the classy and rich clients --wealthy men clients.

The entire place has lavish decorations, and the furnishings were expensive. The tables were occupied, and the dance floor was full of people. There was a band playing, and the lighting was perfect. 

I shook my head with a blank expression. So, this was the place I used to frequent with Tomas. It was indeed an interesting place.

The manager was familiar with me. She even kissed me as soon as I entered the place. "Tsk," I clicked my tongue. I'm a VIP client of this exclusive men's club.

As we entered the private room on the second floor with its own bar inside, Tomas immediately saw me and rushed towards my side. He was grinning from ear to ear.

“DL! (laughs) Welcome back to your world, cousin!” DL short for Dimitri Lorenzo. Only family and close friends call me by my initials. However, my parents preferred to call me plain...Dimitri.

“What world?” I asked while we walked towards the bar. The sound system in the room was more subdued than at the ground level.

“Cousin! This is the life you are accustomed to,” Tomas said proudly.

I looked around, and a couple of faces I’ve met during business luncheons were here as well. Leeching on the ladies by their side. I raised my hand to greet them as I wouldn’t want to disturb the steamy kisses and god knows what the ladies hands were doing below the table.

I was glad Azalea refused my invitation earlier. Otherwise, she might be scared of the type of person she's associating herself with. It's definitely not a place for her. Now, I know dad wasn't exaggerating. I had been a real pain in the ass.

Tomas led me to the bar and ordered from the bartender a scotch on the rocks for me. Scotch remained my preference over brandy and other alcoholic drinks. I retained that in my mind.

“What’s wrong with you, DL? You used to like this place.” Tomas was a little skeptical when he saw the frown and knot on my face.

I shook my head and heaved a deep sigh, “I am just busy and tired, Tom. And perhaps my body is still recuperating,” I said disinterestedly as I took my drink and gulped the liquor down my throat.

 “Oh-oh! You seem to have changed a lot DL,” He tapped my shoulders and added, “Nothing that Trammie can't solve, ” He gave me a wink followed by a wicked smile. He looked like a devil prying his next victim. 

 “Trammie?” I asked with furrowed brows.

“You’ve forgotten your favorite server? Damn man! Don’t tell me your predatory partner forgot to function too?” Tomas gawked at me in disbelief. I definitely have forgotten who Trammie was. But I knew what he meant by the server --the server of my carnal desire.

Before I could even respond, a set of hands snaked around my body. Her hand crawled on my chest, downwards, and particularly rested on top of my manhood. My member twitched as a natural reaction of any man touched in that sensitive area. I was disconcerted, but I avoided showing my reaction to Tomas. 

“Hi, handsome! You've been out of my sight for a long time. Have you forgotten me?” she muttered coquettishly while her face was pressed on my back.

After a while, she inched in front of me while her hand was caressing my thigh. I took a glance at her when she's in front of me. Curly blond hair, big eyes, lips thickly coated by lipsticks, and sultry hot figure. She's perhaps in her twenties and seductively alluring. But damn! I couldn't remember her. Surely she wasn't related to me other than what Tom said --a server of manly physical need. Not a girlfriend, definitely.

She positioned herself in between my legs while I sat on the bar chair. Trammie pressed her breast against my firm chest. She was really a hot lady: large breast, small waist, and wide hips, and her behind was booty. Not bad at all.

She rubbed her palm on my d**k and felt its massiveness that wasn’t ready for her at the moment.

“What’s wrong with moby-d**k?” she whispered as she sniffed my neck and licked my throat. Moby-d**k, a giant sperm whale! I smirked at how she referred to my member.

I wouldn't say I like the smell of Trammie. Her perfume was a toxic combination of florals. It didn’t appeal to my senses. It made my nose itch, but I let her licked her way on my throat. I held her slim waist in place, giving her more access to rub herself on my moby-d**k. 

I had to tolerate this flirty bimbo tonight. I wouldn't say I liked it every time Tomas would tell me how much I've changed. I indeed changed...a lot! If I was supposed to enjoy this kind of fun and s****l advances...he was so damn right, I really changed!

“I'm warming up, baby! I had a really crazy week,” I remarked while I slid my hands on her flimsy top and felt her skin. I let my hand crawl from her waist to her breast and observe the reaction of Trammie while one hand was on top of her peak. She seemed not to mind; therefore, I rubbed my thumb on her engorged nippy while playing her lingerie-covered full crest with my palm. An impish sound escaped her throat. She was definitely aroused at what I did.

Tomas was watching us despite having a lady by his side. I played along with Trammie because of him.

“Perhaps you would like to sit down and let me help you relax more?” She whispered in my ear as she licked it with her playful, expert tongue.

I smirked and followed her. I allowed the bimbo to do what she does best in a darker and secluded corner of the bar. She made sure she served me well. Swallowing my massive masculinity down her throat effortlessly and caressing my heated flesh with her expert hands. Licking and sucking my member and balls.

I was not interested in anything else and not even interested in kissing or touching her. I just let her mouth do the service. Trammie is a pro, a real expert in enticing a man’s carnal desire. No wonder she was my favorite.

"Ahh! Fk," I faked my satisfaction. I just had to release the heat brought by her expert maneuvering. A man would be a man with regards to s****l pleasure. It was just a heat that had to let out.

Oddly... while the bimbo helped me release my heated s****l tension, the face of a woman flashed in my mind. I wasn’t sure if my climatic release was due to the professional licking and sucking of my manhood by the bimbo, or the excitement was due to the woman with a flesh face and unique scent that made me excited every time I see her.

So this has been my life. My world.

The one I had forgotten? I wasn’t sure if I could get accustomed to it again. 

*****

AZALEA

I tossed and turned in my bed; sleep was evasive tonight. I laid in bed for an hour, but I couldn't bring myself to sleep. Cursing, I curled at the other side of the bed. What was wrong with me tonight? I looked at the wall clock and cursed again. "Damn it! It's almost midnight, but I am far from hitting oz!"

Resigned, I got my phone, and I eventually brought myself to a sitting position and stepped out from the bed. I went to the veranda and looked at the sky. Surprisingly, the sky was layered by many stars. It rained during the late afternoon, and I wasn't expecting a clear sky with thousands or millions of stars tonight.

I remembered how Nimuel and I stared at the stars on most nights we were together. We used to count the stars, which of course, we never really get the right number. It was so much fun, then...now just a memory.

Unexpectedly my phone buzzed when the clock struck midnight. It was just a message, and it's from Dimitri. It was the first time he sent me a message at an unholy hour.

Dimitri: "Are you still awake?" 

I decided not to respond. He should not expect me to be up this late at night. Then another message arrived.

Dimitri: " I know you are still awake!"

I knotted my brows. Seriously? How would he know that I'm still awake? Freak! I still did not send a response. And another message arrived.

Dimitri: "Look down!"

I gasped. I slowly looked down and saw a black car parked in front of our gate. "Holy s**t!" I murmured. I was rooted on the spot motionlessly.

Then my phone rang...which brought me back to my senses. What was he doing here?

He saw me already. I couldn't pretend anymore. I answered the call.

"Ciao dolce dea!" (Hello, sweet goddess) he chuckled.

"What are you doing at my gate this hour?" I asked straight away. Surely, he wasn't expecting that I would let him into our home at this hour?

"I just dropped by to bring you something," He remarked.

"What? I don't need it," I reasoned. I knew he was drunk. He went to a drinking session with his cousin.

"C'mon, I won't ask you to get it yourself. Just send someone and receive it from my driver," He encouraged me.

"How did you know I'm awake?" I asked. I wasn't sure if there was anyone awake among our helpers at this hour.

"Just a hunch. I know you are reviewing. Suppose I didn't see you standing there like a goddess. I won't send you a message."

"Goodness! How good was your hunch?! Just leave it by the gate, and I will ask someone to get it," I freak out at his timing. 

"Alright. I just bought a drink on our way home and thought of ordering a late-night snack for you," He explained.

I smiled. I wouldn't know what kind of craziness was this. "Freak! Go home and rest." 

He was laughing softly, and I saw the driver's door opened. Just in time, Ezekiel's car arrived. It was good that his car was not actually blocking the driveway. I saw Ezekiel talking with his driver, and my brother went to talk with Dimitri shortly. Both gentlemen were laughing loudly. I could hear their exchange of words since Dimitri didn't end our call. He also explained to my brother that he was bringing me a snack.

After my brother went back to his car to enter our gate, Dimitri spoke to me again on the phone. Standing and leaning on his car while he looked at my form on the veranda.

"There you go. He will bring you the food. Going home now," He muttered.

"Gosh! You're crazy, disturbing people at this unholy hour." I uttered in a panic. I am sure my brother would tease me like hell because of this.

"I am agreeable to a simple thank you," He chuckled loudly. I saw him waved goodbye and entered his car.

I shook my head repeatedly and said, "Thank you!" I laughed after. No one did something like this to me before.

"That's all I am waiting for. Good night goddess!" he said and waved again.

I saw his car move, and I said. "Good night!" His car vanished from my sight.

The next thing I heard was the voice of my brother, "Did you order food at this late hour?" He was smiling wickedly. 

"Ah? Perhaps I did it while I sleep-talk?" I got the iced tea and sandwiches, and muffins from him.

"Interesting guy!" Ezekiel teased. His eyes glimmered.

"You mean a neurotic man?" I scoffed. 

And we both laughed. Dimitri Lorenzo Russo...a crazy man!

The thought left a small curve on my lips.