The party was going on in its full glory. The night sky was adorned by dense clouds and frigid mist. A cold breeze was swaying around, giving a chilly atmosphere. But none inside the huge bungalow cared for it. There was a stench of cigarettes and alcohol everywhere. Men and women were dancing to the loud music. Some had gone to private rooms for their own fun of this get-together.
He sat leisurely on a stool near the bar, with a glass of coke in his hand. Many bartenders tried to lure him for alcohol but he knew where to draw a line. His bored gaze scanned the whole area; women in scarce clothes shaking their curvy bodies to the beat, men fully drunk, and that annoying music. He felt his head aching to the core at this weirdness which he had to join no matter what.
"Hey, handsome!" He was brought out of his thoughts when a sweet like candy and sensual voice crossed his ears.
He turned his head and found a hooker standing there, eyeing him seductively. She was wearing a bright red spaghetti strap dress, licking her painted red lower lip to draw his attention.
She pushed her bare knee to his right and folded her arms around his neck. "Are you alone? A handsome man like you doesn't look good being alone at a party. Need my company?"
She wasn't wrong to say this. As she stared at him from head to toe, she swallowed thickly. He was a good-looking, tall, and strong man. Having sheer height, muscular body, and attractive facial features, he was there to make many women mesmerized by him. He had immaculate grey-blue eyes, a straight nose without any crookedness, plump lips, an arched jaw filled with a black beard, and a fair skin tone.
The woman brought her face near his neck and her breath hovered over his skin, making him feel disgusted. He shoved her away from him before she could do anything else.
"I am not interested. You can go and find someone else." His voice had a dark amber in it when he firmly said this.
The woman had left glaring at him but he felt a heat of gaze from some other place. He looked straight ahead and found a girl wearing a black backless gown eyeing him with a frown. She was standing near the dance floor with her friends and in this direction, she could easily see him. He sighed as he shook his head. The girl excused herself from the other ladies and walked up to him. Out of job, he had to stand up to welcome her. Her heels made a meticulous sound on the marble floor as within minutes, this beauty was in front of him.
"What were you doing?" She asked, furiously.
"I was watching over you," he replied, moving the glass in his hand.
"That doesn't look like it. You almost had that hooker in your lap. You know that this is your job time and you are here to protect me, not to see the different weird women, ready to shove themselves at you here," she murmured, twisting her nose.
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Mine To Be Called
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