This woman had a well-endowed rear, not overly large, but high and curved. He bet he could bounce a coin on it.
Looking at those hips in view, his body seemed to suddenly grow hot and restless, those thighs, her flat stomach with a hint of muscle.
Adding to the fact she wore an outfit that made his libido roar out of control, Vernon Müller suddenly felt like a boy.
Vernon Müller swallowed, trying his best to stay calm. He was a full-grown male, one born with a diamond spoon in his mouth. He was the young master of a family that had both noble bloods on both sides. Even if his family were bi-racial, he had the best of both worlds inheriting their best features.
Even though this female had a body of a seductress, she really was not his type, vanilla, not caramel, short, not tall, blonde not whatever strange colour her hair was. He knew that what she wore was a wig even though it looked real enough it had no life. His fingers itched to tear it off, but Vernon was patient. He had no desire to chase this woman who drew his interest. He wanted to see what the woman wanted to do.
Gaze falling on her face, Vernon tried his best to control his reaction. The woman who was rather tall, but still only reached his chin even in those heels had a decent shaped face almost sharp cheekbones, monolid eyes that stared up at him admiringly. Not to be vain, but Vernon Müller knew how handsome he was to the point women would watch him just like this. He would have been tempted to kiss those bright pink almost red lips, but her makeup... It was horrible, giving her a more 'undead look'.
Nevertheless, those full lips he felt that were good enough to wrap around his—
The weird beauty stepped closer once again. This time, Vernon had time to react. The first time she spoke he did not and was caught off guard. He leaned back a little, but she just stepped forward, standing a distance. "Come let me give you a dance," Vernon Müller felt his d*ck bounce in his pants, startling him. He is not an adolescent, but he felt that way by his reaction.
Vernon felt suddenly he needed to take a step back, but she reached for his hand and dragged him from his seat. The three hundred dollars shot of rum and her coke seemed to all have been forgotten.
Vernon Müller was not bothered about this. He had been dry for weeks now, this woman, if she wanted him, he has no problem burying himself deep inside her. Vernon Müller, admitting this, pulled out a few bills and tossed them down quickly to cover both her and his tab, allowing her to drag him away. Even adding a generous tip to the bartender for taking his sweet ass time.
They walked down a few steps, entering the spacious lounge area, walking halfway into it before he was dragged into a small area. This was something new to Vernon Müller. Another time perhaps disgusting, but now? Vernon Müller simply wanted to see the attraction this woman really had, wondering what surprise she had in store for him. After that, he can decide if he wants to take her hard and fast or nice and slow, but then again after overhearing the bartenders saying she worked at the club, hard and fast should be OK.
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I was in trouble.
I simply wanted to relax. My week was stressful!
I mean, I deserve this!
It is Christmas damn it, and I really wanted to just let loose.
This was not much to ask for, right?
The brothers were not coming. I doubt I will ever see them before I leave the island. I had not even realised how dependent I had become of them until they vanished.
My chest had this empty part since they left, but this lord gorgeous before me seems to make me feel better.
One time, just once, and I'll be better.
Even if they find me and drag me back, I will be too dirty.
I had taken the initiative to approach the gloomy-looking man against my better judgement. It is not like I am the best looking in the Club, or beautiful. Still, I had confidence in myself.
I mean my body is not bad.
Calling for a coke and relaxing after taking a peek at the six-foot-plus male sitting there leisurely. I could not help but suddenly become a thirsty b*tch in heat. Look at him.
He was everything a woman would want in a man. Tall, fit and delicious looking.
Let me be the dog and he the bone. I will gladly lick, nibble, and hold between my 'paws'.
Somehow, I strummed up the courage to ask him for a dance, then I kinda dragged him and well fast forward a bit... Hehe... Yeh, here we are.
Paying for the room at least three songs, I then led the tall male to the chair and then began to dance, slowly swaying my hips for him in a sensual motion.
He sat there staring at me, one song, two-song, three, four, five and then finally the closing of the club and well I can't remember what happened next.
One night to just relax before I prepare to leave this island, I just wanted to have some fun but—
What the f*ck really happened?
I feel like I was in trouble. I knew that from the time I had entered a strange white man's car. Not only that, but one who had a driver. Adding to the fact that I felt strangely exhausted and comfortable, which encouraged me to fall asleep. What dog sh*t luck was this?
I was then awakened with a jolt, feeling someone carry me. Following this is the feel of something so soft, which I immediately assumed is the bed beneath me. The male in question was what I personally deemed another Lord gorgeous. His features were not exquisite like the Yarbury brothers, but he was extremely handsome in a Greek god slash immortal sort of way.
His jawline was sharp, his eyes monolid; long and slightly up tilted, telling me he had some type of Asian blood, like me in him. His lips were thin, but not overly so. They were red stark against his pale skin. While his almost white-blonde hair was cut close to his scalp at the sides, the front and middle falling directly above straight but high brows.
I could not help but stare at those pretty eyes, feeling fascinated. What were they? Blue? Grey?
They reminded me of precious gems. If I plucked them, would they be worth a lot after the fact?
I shook my head at this and decided to look away from this extremely handsome man.