Chapter 90 Àlvaro's Pov.
One month later.
“At least pretend you're having fun.” Anthonio muttered as his gaze wandered over to the girl on the pole in front of us. “I know it's your strip club but don't you think I threw the most perfect party for your birthday?” He looked with satisfied features while lowering his hungry eyes to the girl's almost naked body.
Ever since the incident with Sergei where he got shot, Anthonio has spent the past months lowkey recovering. Now he's back in the mafia scene throwing me a birthday party.
The girls were dressed only in their panties, dancing on the poles or rubbing themselves against the people in the dark crowded room. But I just couldn't feel anything.
Everyone was having gun on my fucking birthday but me. Shoving a knife in my throat seemed like a better idea than bring here right now.
My gaze landed on Santiago who was sitting to my right with a whore on his lap rubbing herself against his pants while kissing his neck with his hands on her flat ass, squeezing it.
What a pathetic sight.
There are more people in this room that I would gladly kill than to celebrate my twenty ninth birthday with them.
I let my dark thoughts consume me when my eyes landed on the pole in front of me, or to be exact, the girl on it. Average girl, big tits with pierced nipples, long blonde hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She was wearing only black bikinis and high black heels. She had long legs and a small but perfectly shaped ass. I couldn't see her face well but I don't fucking care. I see enough to know that she's wearing too much makeup for my liking.
I guess she took my stare for an invitation because the next thing I knew, she was approaching me, swinging her hips on the way.
I leaned back, resting my arms on the couch, waiting to see what she would do next. I almost laughed at her attempts to look seductive. That wouldn't work on me, at least not coming from her.
She lets out a not so innocent smile as she sat on my lap, placing her hands behind me on the couch for support, being careful not to touch me.
A smart decision from her.
I left myself to her as he grinned her almost bare pussy into me, her bare plump tits rubbing against my shirt and I could hear her soft moans in my ear.
….still nothing.
I clenched my jaw, mentally cursing myself for not being able to feel even the slightest desire to fuck her. That's exactly what I needed right now, a good fuck, but still my body refused her.
I leaned my head back and closed my eyes but all I could see was a pair of brown eyes staring back at me, her hair all over her beautiful face as she's rubbing herself into me, full lips begging to be kissed. I see a woman with the most sinful body I've ever seen moaning my nameas I lose myself in her and make her cum again and again.
She's completely ruined me for everyone else and I can't seem to do anything without the thought of her haunting me.
I squeezed the ass of the unknown slut in my lap, pressing her more to my cock, trying to feel something even if just a little, a desire to have her, fuck her but I couldn't because the moment I stop imagining Camilla, it was over.
“I heard it's your birthday today, Mr Castillo.” She said in a squeaky voice. Of course she knew who I was. This is my club and I am her fucking boss. “Looks like I'm the lucky one tonight.” She said again.
I wanted to laugh at her statement. If only she knew how unlucky she was to be in my corrupted hands.
“Oh really?” I asked in a dry voice. It's crazy how she thinks she has the tiniest effect on me just because she was grinding her pussy against my cock. “And why's that?”
“Because I'll be in your bed tonight.” I felt her smile against my ear, sliding her tongue over it. “I'm dying to experience what Janelle has been bragging about.”
I chuckled low, shaking my head. “And you think I'm going to fuck you?”
“Yes.” The word came out almost as a moan as she was still rubbing herself against me. I could feel how wet she was through her panties. “I'm just glad you didn't pick Janelle again.”
Since Camilla, Janelle has long been a thing of the past.
I rolled her ponytail around my hand, pulling it back roughly enough for her to look me in the eyes. Her body froze against mine. “Too bad I have Zero interest in fucking your little used cunt.” I mumbled against her face with hatred in my voice. “Now get your fucking ass away from me right now while you still can.”
I could see the fear in her eyes and I know she felt from my voice where things were about to go if she stayed even a minute longer on my lap. She nodded furiously and without another word, she got up, turned her back against me and disappeared among some of the guests who surely would've paid more attention to her than me.
I saw the disappointed look on Àlvaro's face but I just shrugged my shoulders.
The whole scene in this club was becoming pretty boring for me anyways. Just because I built it doesn't mean I have to enjoy it. I left the darkened club, heading back out to the entrance.
“It's rude not to appreciate my efforts, you know.” Anthonio muttered behind me and I turned back to look at him, putting my hands in my pocket.
“I didn't make you throw this shit of a party so stop whining like a bitch.”
“I wanted to fucking cheer you up. No one can fucking stand you lately.”
“The feeling is mutual.”
“You can be such a dick sometimes, Àlvaro.”
“I know.”
“So all this because of Camilla? You really love her that much, don't you?”
“I don't want to hear that name from your mouth.” I hated when someone tries to invade my personal life even if that person was Anthonio.
“She's back with her father and you know if she rally wanted to reach out to you, she would by now? I'm sure she's been brainwashed. The best you can do is forget about her.” He said, smart enough to pass his point across without calling Camilla’s name.
“I think you should go back to your party, Anthonio.” I mumbled, refusing to see the truth in his words as I turned my back on him to walk out of the building.
“You know I'm right, don't you?”
I stopped, clenching my jaw hard. I took in a deep breath, putting so much in me to keep my cool as I slowly turned around to face him. “Anthonio, you're playing with my patience right now.” I said through clenched teeth. “Go back to your fucking party.”
I heard him mumble ‘fuck you’ under his breath before he went back to the party he threw himself. He was having more fun than I was in that shitty place anyway.
I breathed out deeply, trying to calm down but my head was a dark mess and the solution to it was somewhere far away.
It's frustrating and embarrassing at the same time to admit how many times I've dreamed of her face in the past month. It's embarrassing to admit how many times I jerked off thinking about her or the sounds she made when she's turned on. The way she screamed my name as my cock loosed itself inside her.
Even now, more than a month later, I can still remember the sweet feeling of her tight pussy clenching around my cock as she begged me to fuck her faster, letting me take everything I wanted from her.
I couldn't even be with any other woman since she'd been gone. I simply just can't.
I glanced down on the many gifts on the floor, supposedly meant for me and was about to walk past them and out the building when one of the gifts caught my attention because of how unusual it was.
It was a large black rose in a glass. A black rose that was wilting. I picked up the rose and saw a black piece of paper attached to it and my attention quickly shifted to it.
Happy 29th birthday, Àlvaro. Until we meet again. Trust me, we'll meet again.
The letter wasn't signed but somehow, it didn't need to because I definitely knew who it was.