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"Yes," the bartender spoke up and looked at the bar. "That woman in the green strapless dress gave me the drink." My gaze followed his finger's direction and stopped on the trashy woman who was hitting on me earlier this evening.
"Good job!" I pat his shoulder and tuck my gun back in before facing him. "You're fired." His jaw falls open as I head towards the woman in anger with my men still following me.
Grabbing her wrist, I pull the drunk woman with me through the inattentive crowd and past the back door. I throw her against the wall and pin my gun to her head. "What did you put in her drink?" My voice roars through the hallway, jerking my men's attention to the scene at hand.
"Whose drink?" She laughs at me with no fear in her eyes as she falls to the ground. "God, I'm hungry. Can you get me something to eat, big boy?"
I baffle at her behavior and kneel down to grab her jaw. "The woman that called you trashy. You better tell me what you put in her drink or else you won't live to see tomorrow."
Her brows frown in pain as I release my hold on her, giving her a chance to speak. "I don't... I don't remember what I mixed." She begins laughing again making me glare at her and steady her head.
"You don't know what drug you spiked her drink with?" My voice growls throughout the hallway as I pull the woman up to her feet.
"I think I gave her the same drug that I'm currently on, but just a medium dose of it," she continues laughing and stumbling on her feet. "She'll be fine, but the funny part is that I don't remember what drug I ingested." Her witch-like laugh gets much louder forcing my men to snicker a little which only added more fuel to my anger. "You're so hot." She begins feeling my suited chest, traveling her hand lower before I grab it and slam her against the wall.
"Touch me one more time and I'll rip you apart."
"Oh my! You can rip my pussy apart anytime, daddy." She moans and grabs my suit again.
Gripping her wrist tight, I twist her arm behind her back and throw her to the hard floor with a thud which only made her laugh more. "Hold her till she tells you what drug it was and why she did it, then dispose her body." I stomp back into the club and towards Arie with my fists almost drawing blood from my palms, ready to kill someone. "Let's go!" I lightly brush Arie off her seat who was having a blast giggling. "Let's get you home."
I could see Sophie trying to protest when Arie slips out of my grip and pouts, sticking her luscious lip out and tempting me to take it in my mouth. "I haven't even danced yet. Come dance with me." She begins pulling me to the dance floor before I stop her and jerk her body back to mine.
Cupping her face, I look into her eyes. "We need to get you home now, love. You're not in your right mind."
"Please!" She pouts again and gets closer to my face. "Only a minute, that's all."
I couldn't see her sad like this and stupidly agree to it as she excitedly hauls me further onto the dance floor, leaving Sophie behind. Turning around, her ass strokes my already hard cock as my hands jerk up to her waist. Swaying with the music, we both get lost in it as her ass grinds further down onto my crotch. I turn her around on her heel and make her look into my eyes. "You're testing my patience, love. You need to stop." I didn't want her to stop, but this wasn't her.
A smirk forms on her face as her right hand reaches up to my face with her thumb caressing my lower lip and stiffening my body under her left hand on my torso. Closing more distance between us, she pins our bodies together while her mouth brushes mine, urging my hormones to coarse rapidly throughout my now very much hard body and cock. I let out a throaty low growl as my eyes filled up with sheer hunger and lust. "I know you like it, Leo." She bites her lower lip sultrily as her tongue wets the lips that I've been wanting to taste for myself. She kisses the side of my mouth before whispering again. "I know you want me badly."
I swallow hard and scrunch my eyes to chase away all thoughts of claiming her right here, right now. I open them up and see her smirking up at me as she continued to sway to the music with her front stroking my hard cock and her soft hands behind my neck, slightly pulling on my hair. "That's it!" Grabbing her hand, I pull her towards the exit. "We're getting your drugged ass home. You have no idea what you're doing."
"Drugs?" She giggles while stumbling to the floor. "I don't drink, let alone drugs." Rolling my eyes at her behavior, I lift her off the marbled floor bridal style and carry her out. "Mmmm," she moans. "Now that's what I'm talking about, Mr. Pepperoni."
I laugh at her and motion one of my men at the exit to fetch my car when I hear angry stomps behind me. "Where the fuck do you think you're taking her, Easton?" Sophie yelled as I placed Arie down to her feet next to me.
"I'm taking her home." I don't even bother looking at the annoying woman who seemed to always have a notable scowl permanently plastered on her face.
"Is that so?" She stepped in front of me and continued, "then I'm coming too. Don't think for a second that I'm leaving you alone with her."
Arie pretends to cough and mutter "Cockblock" between them, forcing me to burst out into laughter.
Sophie turned to Arie and glowered at her too. "Shut up, Arie! You're out of your mind right now."
"Sorry, mother," Arie pins her right index finger to her mouth and zips it shut. Looking at her adorable red cheeks, I just wanted to grab her and kiss the living shit out of her. Ughhhh! She's driving me to the brink of insanity.
"That's your car?" Sophie points at the red Maserati that Timothy pulls up to the exit.
"Yes, it is." I grab Arie's wrist and walk to the driver's side. Opening the door and pulling the seat forward, I urge her to sit in the back. "Watch your head." With a kiss on my cheek and a little giggle, she crouches in, compelling my cock to twitch once again. A smile lingers on my face as I let out a inaudible groan before sitting in while Sophie slips in the front passenger seat.
"Well, I have better cars back home in California." Sophie says as I accelerate towards our destination. I roll my eyes and don't reply, letting her swim in her petty glory and riches that would never match mine.
We were approximately five minutes away from Arie's house when Sophie breaks the awkward silence that was beginning to taunt me in various ways. "Arie, you okay back there?"
"Finally!" Arie lets out a breath that she had been holding in. "I was wondering when you'd let me talk."
"You can talk." Sophie laughs and continues staring out the window.
A pair of hands creep up onto my shoulders from behind my seat, stroking my chest gently. "What are you doing, Arie?" I question and shift forward a little to lose her grip but she instead tightens it more.
"Nothing," she says sultrily, her voice dripping with lust and pure desire. Her hands begin exploring my abdominal region, constricting my muscles underneath. "You're so sexy," her warm breath hits my neck as she opens the buttons to my suit. "And your british accent... God," she purrs and grabs a fistful of my shirt. "It really is a panty dropper." She giggles and gets a little more closer behind my seat. "More like panty soaker."
"Oh God!" Sophie groans and shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "Please bless us with some holy water. Amen."
I snicker at her little prayer right before I sense Arie hand traveling further down my torso while her mouth lets out slow, even breaths next to my ear. Her hand crawls down to my crotch and strokes it before grabbing it firmly, yet gently. I intake a sharp breath as her action takes me by surprise and my dick pulsates even more, screaming to rip my pants.
"Mmmm," she purrs in my ear again. "You like this, don't you?" Nibbling on my ear, she lets out a throaty moan as her hand feels more of my throbbing length, making it twitch in her hold. "Nice. Feels long, thick, and very much hard" She mumbles under her breath. "You get a ten out of ten on that, Mr. Pepperoni." She laughs, never leaving my dick while Sophie screams an agitated groan.
"Oh lord, please purify this sinful woman here."
"Love, you need to stop." I warn Arie and try to brush her hold off by leaning forward towards the steering wheel but she doesn't loosens it, instead she slams me back down onto my seat forcefully.
"What?" She questions with her voice low in disappointment. "Soph doesn't mind. She has done worse than this. She's the biggest hoe I know."
Sophie bursts out laughing, tapping her hand on the dashboard. "Well, she ain't wrong about that." Oh God.
I chuckle and continue to keep my eyes on the road but Arie is being a little devil right now, distracting me in the worst way possible. Her hand still rested on my cock, squeezing it harder and almost waking the beast in me that hadn't made an appearance in more than two months. "Fuck!" I mumble inaudibly under my breath but Arie was too quick to catch it.
"That's right," she moans into my ear again, constricting her hold on me. "Mr. Pepperoni, your garlic bread down there feels good and it just so happens that I love garlic breads a lot. They're..." she bites down hard on my earlobe and continues, "soooooo good."
The desire to stop the car and throw Sophie out while I rip Arie's clothes off was very strong and it was taking my entire body to not lose control. I hadn't felt this strong rush before and Arie is the only one who has managed to do that right now, but she isn't in her right mind and has no idea what she's doing to me. She deserves better in life. "Love," I lift her hand from my pounding cock and pull it away from my body, "I'm driving. Unless you want us all to die, continue doing it."
"Buzzkill!" She scoffs and finally thumps down on her seat when I slam on the brakes in front of her house. Turning off the ignition, I exit the vehicle, trying to fix and hide the massive boner pinned against my briefs that wanted to tear them and be free, but it was no to avail. Giving up, I pull my seat forward and hold my hand out for Arie but she didn't grab it. Lowering myself, I notice her laying on the seat lazily with her dress riding up and revealing a gun strapped to her thigh. Smart girl carried a gun. "I'm too tired to walk, so you'll have to carry me, pizza boy."
"Your wish is my command, my queen." I bow, making her let out a cute giggle before I swoop her out the car carefully, making sure her head doesn't hit the top of the car and fixing her dress to hide the gun. Tangling her hands around my neck, I pull her up bridal style again and begin ascending towards her door when I remember that we have company. "Are you just going to stand there?" I turn around and notice Sophie leaning against the car with her arms crossed.
"Don't worry about me, Mr. Smith. As soon you get her in safely to her aunt, I'll leave." She retorted in a firm tone and nuzzled her back against my car.
"I have to make sure that she sleeps, so it might take a while if you want me to drop you off somewhere."
"Like I said, don't worry about me. I have someone bringing my car as we speak. It'll be here any minute now."
"Good." I turn back around and make my way up to her doorstep.
"Bye, hoe!" Arie screams at Sophie and waves frantically.