Lorenzo’s POV
I stormed out of my house in the morning and did nothing but walk the streets all day. I had
breakfast at an eatery and I did the same for lunch.
As I strolled, I thought about yesterday. I still couldn’t believe that Dante would think that I would
purposely take a bomb to his pack.
We were good friends back in college and he knew that I would very hurt a fly.
I still couldn’t get the image of his angry face out of my head. The way his eyes glistened with
hate as he looked at Erica and me together. Did he think that I would actually hurt her?
Despite everything that she did for me that day, it was already evident that my heart wasn’t with
her. I appreciated everything that she did for me but I didn’t feel love for her anymore.
It was glaring for the time she kissed me in the airport. Her lips are soft and perfect but there was
nothing special about her kiss.
It was what it was: a kiss and nothing more.
I could only contemplate my embarrassment the entire time we drove home. I could tell that she
wanted to speak to me but I wouldn’t have listened anyway.
I could only think about my hurt pride and my newfound hate for Dante andClarissa.
I sighed to myself. I had no reason to be mad at Erica. I didn’t mind her leaving the kids home, as
long as she was sure that they were safe.
I only yelled at her because I couldn’t imagine sleeping in the same room with her. She felt like a
stranger to me now.
Part of me thought that Clarissa would be back and we would share a night together but she
wasn’t.
I was upset and decided to channel all my anger and frustration to Erica for a petty and
insignificant reason.
I spent the night alone in the guest room. I didn’t sleep much and was up masturbating to the
thought of Clarissa. I couldn’t understand why I felt this connection to her.
The guest room still had her scent hanging there. No one ever went in there and she was the only
one that cleaned it.
I stroked my cock so hard and was sweating and panting, wishing that every stroke that I made
was punctuated with her moans and screams.
I couldn’t understand what attracted me to her. Was it her beauty or her naivety? She seemed so
sweet and simple.
I wasn’t sure how long I was walking but I soon reached Hotel Hawaii.
I stood across the street and admired the immaculate building, fighting the urge to run across the
street and check if she was still in the room that I booked for her.
I spent hours staring at the building until a zooming car sped by and pulled me from my thoughts.
I took a deep breath and shook my head.
“Lorenzo, what the are you doing?”
Was I really admitting to myself that I was falling in love with Clarissa?
I gritted my teeth angrily. It was evening and the refreshing breeze blew around me. I could only
think about clearing my thoughts.
I flagged down a taxi and asked him to take me to the most expensive bar.
He took one look at me and chuckled.
“Are you being serious? What makes you think…”
I flashed a small wad of cash and threw it into his lap.
“Oh…uhmmm…get…get in, Sir.”
I said nothing and got in the back. I sat silently and watched as we sped away from the beautiful
hotel and as we drove into the distance, my chances of a night with Clarissa disappeared.
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It was a short drive and we stopped at a lively club with beautiful and skimpily dressed women,
parading the entrance and trying to entrance men with their siren-like persona.
I got out and as I walked away, the taxi driver called out to me.
“Hey man, be careful.”
His warning was surprising but I brushed it away. I had been to clubs quite often and I was aware
of the gimmicks they pulled in a place like this.
I walked towards the entrance and a group of women rushed up to me and held on to my arm,
cooing seductive suggestions into my ears.
I refused then and went in alone but not without catching one of them making a rude remark.
“I bet he can’t get it up for even five minutes. It’s always the hot ones with the stamina problem.”
I scoffed and went straight to the bar. It was rowdy and loud music boomed the speakers. It
smelled of alcohol, sweat, and horny people. There was more than enough drama here to drown
my thoughts.
“Order?”
“Dirty Martini. Hold the ice.”
My drink was ready in a few minutes and I downed the glass in one gulp.
“Another.”
I made more orders and watched the crowd on the dance floor. There was loud cheering and
every now and then, a man and lady or ladies or men and ladies would leave the building and
drive away.
It wasn’t difficult to tell what was going to happen later.
“Another drink?”
I looked at the glasses in front of me. It was my tenth one and the alcohol was starting to get to
me.
The warm feeling of the drink in my tummy filled me with pleasantness.
The room began to spin. I had no idea what time it was.
I pulled out my phone to check the time and felt an urge push at my heart.
In my drunken and woozy state, I opened my phone and headed to my contacts.
“Clawizza. Clawizza.”
I found her number and didn’t hesitate to call it.
It rang for a while and soon her soft voice filled my head.
“Hello?”
“Where the fwuck are you? You nid ta fucking getch yo ass home. Eeemidiatewee. I’m going to f…
fwuck you. Sexy bitch.”
I had no idea what I was saying and I couldn’t hear what she was saying either.
“Yo Tender, another Mawtini…”
He was about to make the drink but another tender came to his side.
“They need you inside for something important. I’ll take care of the customers.”
The bartender left and a new one stood there.
“Sir, what did…”
“I said a fwucking Mawtini.”
I was still on the phone and ordering. Clarissa was calling my name but I preferred my drink at the
moment.
“Your drink, Sir.”
The bartender passed it to me and just as I was about to drink it, someone snatched it out of my
hand.”
“What the fwuck?!”