Fuck. Don’t get distracted now.
I down my drink and grab another from the bar. I’m clearly not drunk enough to relax.
“Hi,” a sweet little voice coos at me.
“Hi, darling,” I reply, smooth as ever. My eyes trace over a big-busted blonde in a pink dress. Much more my style. Too much filler, though. But who cares. I can fuck her from behind, and I won’t even have to look at her face.
“Are you here with someone?” she asks.
I cock my head to the side and scan her body. “I could be here with you,” I say blandly.
She giggles, and I’m already bored. Too cliche. Too needy. Maybe I should take her to the back room and fuck her anyway.
I sigh heavily, pushing my hand through my hair and groaning.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” she asks.
“I just realized I have other plans,” I lie, turning away from her and walking to the other side of the club, slowly meandering through the crowd and looking for something else.
A redhead in a red dress.
A blonde in a black dress.
A blonde in a red dress.
Why does this all seem so boring tonight?
Maria would probably love to be bent over the sofa and fucked until she couldn’t breathe. She must be so bored at home.
Dammit.
Why does she keep slipping into my thoughts? And why is every single girl in here too bland for me tonight?
Because you’re married. And you have an alliance to respect. Fucking any of these girls would be a problem.
Whatever, I can keep it a secret.
But as I lean against the bar near the VIP section, I still can’t get Maria out of my thoughts.
Ye. This isn’t working.
“Fuck’s sake,” I growl, putting my empty glass on the bar counter and storming toward the exit with a somber mood hanging over me. I just wanted to relax. But something feels off tonight. It’s all the wrong girls. Or I came to the wrong club.
Whatever.
Go home. Go to bed. I don’t particularly care at this point; I just want to get out of here.
I wave to the barman. He throws me a quizzical look.
“I was instantly bored,” I laugh, shrugging.
He shakes his head. “See you around, Kaz,” he smiles.
When I step out of the club and into the streets outside, the heat hits me like a wall.
Heavy, lung-burning heat that has been simmering since lunchtime.
Maybe I’ll go home and swim.
