"Thanks for the ride Eric" as she tucks her hair beside her ear.
"My pleasure and sorry for the lonely ....drive" Eric apologized placing his right hand on her hands as his eyes darkened.
Of course, Susan wouldn't like to interrupt his interest, it was just a ride, nothing more....but it was a warm ride.
* breaking the silence*
"Ooh, is nothing I enjoyed the ride" Susan lied profusely "it was great" rolling her eyes around the corner trying to avoid his eye meeting hers,
She stepped out of the car by unripping the seat belt, "alright take care "
"You too Susan"
she stood and watch Eric reverse the car and drive home.
Becca who was watching the graceful moment of Eric and Susan through the window, shifting the curtain to get a better view, adjusted immediately Susan walked through the door
"Welcome home Suzi Puddin" smiling so inquisitive
Susan was letting out a heavy sign with her breath stumping "not now Becca, can I at least chan-nnge?" Waving both hands above her blonde ponytailed hair, giving a conking smile.
"Haha be fast am so impatient, oh maybe we will talk it over at the booth....let's get ready" dancing with her shoulder smoothly.
"O yes, certainly not now, it's still 5:pm....chill girl" with a peal of muffled laughter climbing the stairs.
" whatever" Becca replies continues her dancing moving into the kitchen.
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the cool evening air unwrapped the smooth fragrance of peace in the hood, Donald appeared on his honey brown sweatpants and viscose fabrics shirt, blackberry kendo -K-Skate tiger slip-on sneakers, obviously ready to draw all feminine attention to himself at the booth tonight.
he loves hanging out with the boys but sometimes he goes there frequently after work to ease himself off a load of work and thoughts.
Donald keeps the company of 3 of his friends but in all three, he seems to have valued one more 'Steven'.
Steven has always been there for him, even while he was away for some prodigally reasons, which he never talks about.
He hates to be reminded of those moments
And both share a common sexual interest when it comes to their women.
"Christopher!" He ran with a wagging tail, jumped so high with his hands on Donald's laps "whoof!"
"Hey, boy" as he wipes off the footage, rough rubbing his palm all over his neat, nice smelling body. "Today wasn't nice, but I got you, buddy, come come" placing a bowl of white rice with fish in front of him "eat up" as he walks upstairs to his room to fetch his car keys.
Maybe I should go with Jeffrey, his driver he thoughts.
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DE GRAND REX club 7:pm
The doorman opens the door as four men walked in, each on their fashionable classes posture, highlighting their dresses under the multiple light bulbs Revolving around, obliviously they rule the clubhouse but regardless Donald seems more like the captain of the F4.
"Welcome gentlemen, what do you care for?" the waitress asked cheerfully
"The usuals" one of them replied
"Here you go, monsieur." They were served with a steamroller, the whiskey-and-bear combo, black and White Russian, and a glass of Negroni each; a popular Italian cocktail.
Oh, they are quite a drinker.
The music was booming, waiter and waitress passing on some drinks, keeping up to their job, strippers doing their best to cash out some dollars from rich daddies and homies.
Some minute later, Susan and a few other girls walked into the other side of the booth unnoticed to grab some glasses of champagne,
Susan nodded to the tune of the music, raising her glass of champagne above her hair, smiling joyfully without playing to be noticed, passing on a seductive vixen. Of course, she wouldn't care less if she had wanted to.
She is tipsy.
Donald caught Susan from afar but couldn't recognize her, staring at the familiar curves on the white mini gown which publicly shows down to her hot leg, damn! Every man at the booth was fucking attracted and has an interest in her, she was the most easily, the most beautiful dressed woman at the club radiating innocence at the slightest gestures.
"She fits my bed" Donald groaned "she needs my torture" Donald weaks at every word that comes out of his mouth, biting his lower soft lips.
"I have a lot to do to this lady, I promise, she's gonna reap every bit of cravings she sowed in me tonight"
his heart aches for her as he murmurs
still staring at her flawless beauty under the light shinning bulb, he wants to own her, make her scream his name as she feels helpless on his bed.
"A lot baby, a lot" Donald repeatedly said in his husky low voice, placing the glass on his lips taking a sip of control, cocked his head to the side as he blink.
from afar
I can get any if I want to as he comforts himself, but he had no clue.
"Excuse me guys"
"Hunter asf! I trust you man!" Jude 'one of the boys said, hitting his folded fist on the diamond glass table and taking it back to his mouth "shit! Go get that jelly boy! Damn!" Jude has always been a bad boy who doesn't compromise relationships, he's just there for every wet dripping pussy that could wake up beside him any day, loves drinking out, doesn't like to work himself out but is always greedy with luxury life.
"Wooooah!" The boys chuckled
"Fuck boy!, let's be guided here, I don't wanna lose this" Donald fluttered at them, adjusting his shirt collar as he proceeds with the bold steps.
"A..m so so...rry si...sir___am sorry sir," she said, as she rapidly reach out for her napkins in her apron and began to clear the drinks on Mr. Donald's shirt, as her hand's twitches.
Donald's countenance changed as anger boils down to his esophagus, he instantly recognized it was Susan looking in his direction and he became stabilized and incapable of speaking, his brain cells went void and thoughtless at the period.
"Wow!!_ isn't that Donald?" Becca who was looking in the same direction as Susan asked surprisingly
"I gu...ess so"
"Jeez!"
"Poor, handsome fellow_i guess the waitress became blind on glimpsing such...."
"Becca! Spare me some moments here" Susan discontinued her from telling anymore, of how charming the young man is, of course, she could see that, she just doesn't want Becca reading her mind this time...
"Get out of my sight!" Donald requested as he flings the waitress's finger off his skin, " just get me some water" he dashed out as he walks back to the boys disappointed without hesitation.
"Wow! Hahaha", "Aah", "is nothing man, you don't get to be lucky every time bro!" One of the boy's chuckles, "shut up! scare face" another interrupted
"Guys?" blinking at his watch for time "I should be taking off for tonight"
"Gosh!"
As he covers his face extending his self-touch down his fragile clean beards, peeping towards Susan, picking up his phone, and dialing his driver, Jeffery, to come to pick him up.
Susan could feel how embarrassed he was and had no doubt that he was about making a move on her, she could notice the highlighted appearance designers that were ruined by the alcohol, she wouldn't blame it on the waitress cause she felt he deserve what he got tonight but,
He was seductively booming in the booth.
but Susan had wished to be grabbed and be dominated in his arms at the same time, she immediately felt a butterfly sensation in her belly, as her breast tenders beneath on bra, her cheeks redden just then did she realize that she is having a thing for the arrogant Donald, I have never felt this way in a long time for anyone, she quickly jerked the glass of liquor in front of her with her index and thumb finger into her mouth, "WTF...no way_i can..t" she says quietly as she slams her head on the long high table.
"Are you okay Susan?" "OMG! You are drunk suzi__for real, don't mess with me girl, my crush is watching!"
"You really know how to get in my nerves Susan" as she pulls her head from the blueprint to her shoulder. that hurts.
"I think you should take her home" Donald suggests, walking past them to the entrance.
Becca felt so embarrassed by those words of his
"Susan let's get going" Becca expressed
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