Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

”You don't have a girlfriend, Leonardo. You have more than one per night, but you know that we keep discretion here.”

"Then keep this discreet, it'll only be a minute, I swear," I tell him, putting a good mud of bills in the pocket of the shirt with the nightclub insignia: the word TERRAZZA wrapped in laurels.

He finally lets out a sigh and steps aside:

"Only because it's you. One minute. No more no less.”

”Thank you!”

I leave the money and go inside. Inside, some girls who put on makeup, come out when they see me enter and seem to be scared by my presence here.

Finally, I hear a voice that seems familiar to me coming from the last cubicle of the toilets.

It's her, she's on the phone.

* “then come with me... Do not yell at me! ...NO! I'm not yelling at you, it's just that the music is very…! Go to hell!”

She hangs up.

Damn, what a brave woman.

Although knowing that she is another man's wife is not exactly something that raises my self-esteem, it is a brutal desire.

So, she opens the door and hits me head-on.

“AAAH!” she yells.

"Calm down," I say. “It's me, sweetie.”

"Get out of here, you pervert!"

"I'm flattered you called me that. Trouble in paradise? Anything I can be of help with?”

She gives me a shove in the chest and heads to the lavatories. I go after her and meet her face to face through the mirror while she washes her hands.

"Are you going to be there all night?  Because I'm leaving this place now.”

”You don't seem to be the kind of attractive and heartstopping girl who stands at the bar waiting for a drink.”

”And you do seem to be the slimy and unbearable stereotype.”

“Wow, you have character. You don't know how that makes me feel.”

"Are you going to let me out?" she asks after drying her hands and I face her at the door before the girls outside make a mess because I'm taking away their chance to get in.

”Yes of course. My name is Leonardo, nice to meet you, Gigi.”

"Okay, Leonard. Can you step aside?”

”Yes. But I have something that can help you with those screams I just heard by accident.”

She seems ready to yell a lecture of insults at me, however this time she seems to be concentrating on containing it and asks me almost rhetorically:

"What do you want?"

I get so close to her that my chest and hers squeeze until her delicious perfume enters my nostrils leaving me intoxicated with her aroma.

"Buy you a drink, baby. Then, you decide how this story continues. In agreement?”

She frowns again in that unique way that begins to draw my attention. She fills her cheeks with air as if she were a little girl and finally answers me with:

"If I agree to that drink, will you stop bothering me? You are a magnificent stalker.”

"Thanks for the stalker thing." I wink at her. “You look great too, beauty.”