ALESSIO
“We are a mess. What’s it called when two men mourn their sex lives?” I asked Klaus as we sat inside one of Matteo’s clubs. I was bored out of my mind, but being here with Klaus beat being at my empty apartment.
I was so lonely these days, something I hated to admit, that I was contemplating getting a damn cat. I’d even gone as far as going to the shelter to look at them.
Either I was losing my mind or getting too damn old. It was open for debate.
“Pathetic,” Klaus muttered. “That’s what I’m calling it. Or us.”
I scoffed at that. He likely wasn’t wrong.
I stared out at the sea of people. It was unusually busy. It did this when the weather was nice. I suppose warm temperatures made people wear less clothes and more likely to fuck.
“She’s pretty,” I said, nodding to the blonde who was dancing with a group of her friends.
Klaus grunted but didn’t look her way.
The girl caught my eye, and I smirked at her. I didn’t feel anything at all inside of me, unless I counted the self-loathing that seemed to be growing heavier as of late.
“No,” Klaus said as I gestured for the girl to come to me. “Alessio.”
“We need this,” I said as she approached.
He grunted his disapproval and drank more. Typical Klaus behavior.
“Um, hi,” the girl said as she stopped at our table.
“Hello,” I answered, taking in how pretty she was. Long, tanned legs, a sexy hip flare, pouty lips, and blue eyes. I could easily get lost in her for an hour or two.
“Are you having fun in our club?” I asked, gesturing for her to sit.
Klaus muttered something in German as she slid into the booth next to me.
“It’s so much fun,” she said, leaning into me. “We’re celebrating my birthday.”
“Well, happy birthday, pretty girl,” I said, smiling at her.
Her cheeks flushed pink.
She was a sure thing, that much I knew.
“Is this really your club?” she continued.
“Mm, yes,” I said, reaching out and twirling a lock of her hair around my finger.
“It’s really nice.” She leaned in closer to me. “I like it.”
“Good,” I murmured. “What’s your name?”
“Jade,” she answered, batting her long, dark lashes at me.
“Jade,” I mused. “Well, Jade, my name is Alessio, and this is my friend Klaus.”
Her blue eyes roved over to Klaus, who was finishing another drink. He didn’t cast her a second look.
“He’s… big,” she commented.
“In many ways.” I winked at her, which only made her cheeks flush a darker shade of pink. “He likes it when women go to him and beg for his cock. Are you a beggar, Jade?”
