Zoey p. o. v
Our second day in Paris went by Marco taking me around touring, and exploring many places.
Third day, Caroline and I did a lot of workshop exploring in the resort. We did some pottery art, and crafts, as guided by the experts.
Today being the fourth, we’re doing something different. Caroline and I are at a club, ‘mouille’ [wet] a very famous club around here.
By ourselves.
Nope, Marco didn’t come along, neither did anyone of his men trailing behind us, and so is Caroline’s husband. We are here alone, for some girls night.
Or are we?
I am wearing a neck strap Black shimmering dress that reaches just below my butt cheeks. Too short? I know that’s the plan, the neckline of the dress is low enough to expose my cleavage.
A small black clutch in have, I let my hair waves down covering my back.
Caroline on the other had, is wearing a red dress, same length as mine. Her hair up in a tight ponytail, like a typical badass.
If you’re to judge Caroline from our painting session as a decent and quiet girl, you guessed wrong. She is the type of energy I need for this outing, sassy, bitchy and elegant, please note that.
“Are you ready?” I sang sarcastically.
“Sure I am.” She replied, smirking viciously. We both cat-walk to the entrance, winking at the bouncers stationed on the entrance for checkups.
He was staring with his mouth wide open, I had to give him something. I shrugged to myself.
They didn’t stop us for checkups, that means they recognized me. Perks of being a Don’s Wife, smiling evilly.
“Where’s your ring, married woman.” Caroline joked, once we made ourselves comfortable in the bar.
“We don’t want that gigantic stone scaring these young hunks away now, do we?” Both of us burst out laughing, knowing we are on the same boat.
She isn’t wearing her ring either, smart.
A bartender came to over to us, he attended to us, gave us our shots and went about his business.
For the last thirty minutes, we spent time enjoying the young night, and turning down men but….
Someone occupied the empty seat beside, I pretend not to pay attention to them until…
“Belle.” He seeks my attention. “I see you’re alone, sweet.” He’s a native and different.
Different from the other men that has approached us, those men were driven by lust. But him? Let’s find out.
“I am.” I replied curtly but was smiling sweetly at him.
“How about I buy you a drink first.” He suggests. He didn’t wait for my reply before he signal the bartender to bring drinks.
He’s definitely dying first.
“Thank you.” My cheeks are burning for forcing them to smile.
The drives arrived way too soon, they have been kept waiting for us. Immediately Caroline and I took the shots, he left.
Too obvious, I shook my head.
The drinks were drugged to get us drunk, and I’m getting tipsy. Caroline, on the other hand, seem to be knocked out, I stood up, leaving for the restroom.
I finally push through the sweating crowd, walking on the corridor to the ladies.
I halted in my movements, a figure was leaning against the wall of the cubicle.
“I knew you’d be here.” Marco raise his eyebrows.
“I’m here to suck out the alcohol in your system.” He pecks me on the lips. It’s so soft and quick, I didn’t have time to respond.
He pecks my lips again, this time I grip the front of his shirt to hold him in place.
“I love it when you get feisty.” Marco says. We stare at each other, but my knees go weak when he whispered.
“Come here.” Marco pulls me closer and kisses me properly. My back is pushed against the wall as our kiss deepens.
I gasped and Marco took that chance to tease me with his tongue. I respond, circling my arms around his neck.
Marco pulled away only to graze his lips on my neck. A soft moan slipped from my mouth.
“I love hearing moan.”
“Marco.” I can’t help but release another moan. My lips part as I close my eyes, Marco knead my boobs over my dress sending me over the moon.
“Fuck.” Marco curses under his breath, “When you say my name like that….”
The next thing he does surprised me, he drops to his knees. Just then the unmistakable sound of a gunshot was heard.