Xiomara used her fist to bang against the window, expressing the intensity of her emotions. The glare from her diamond engagement ring shone underneath the light, sparkling with a brilliant rainbow display of colors.
I smiled with delight at the thought of her becoming my wife in just a couple of weeks. With everything she had on her plate with her business opening and already having the second and third locations under construction, she still had planned a wedding.
I’d left all the details to her except for the location I’d chosen as Casa di Rosso, right here in Sunset Harbor. It was a beautiful vineyard and the home of an old friend of mine, Dante Bianchi, and his wife, Indigo.
“I’m...I’m about to cum!” she screamed.
“Come on, Beautiful. Give it all to me,” I groaned.
And she did, coming all over my dick. One day, I’d pump her full of my babies, but not yet. We’d agreed to adopt at least three children from the children’s home in Durham, much to Ariel’s delight.
I pressed a kiss to the nape of Xiomara’s neck as she clenched around me. I felt my explosion coming. My vision blurred as I heard bells ringing in my ears. My blood pressure intensified as I released my seed inside of her.
No sooner than I did, I heard her cry out.
“Baby, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, my gosh...those people are staring over here.”
“Where?” I asked, peering over her shoulder.
“Don’t. Move,” she said through clenched teeth. “Pretend, you’re a mannequin,” she ordered, remaining still.
I tried not to laugh, but I couldn’t help the guffaw that came from deep within my chest.
“I don’t think they’re going to believe we’re mannequins, Beautiful.”
“Why not?” she cried.
“Because you’re moving too much. And depending on how long they have been standing there, I suspect they’ve enjoyed quite a show.”
“Shit!” she cursed.
Laughing, I said, “Well, they didn’t see anything, really.”
Thanks to the design of her dress that Senait had created, nothing showed in the front. The most anyone could have seen was our back-and-forth movements, using their imagination to determine what we were doing.
“Besides, it’s dark in here...they can’t see our faces.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she said, holding still while I closed her zipper.
When I stepped out of the window display, I reached for her hand and helped her down beside me.
Pulling her into my arms, I brushed my lips against hers and said, “If anything comes of it, it was meant to be.”
She hit my chest, wearing a wicked grin as she licked my lips, rested a hand on top of my head, and said, “You’d better hope it works out for my good.”
“It will.”
And it did. The next couple of weeks, there was a video trending of two people “maybe” having sex in the new clothing boutique in downtown Sunset Harbor. And while no one could identify the couple, rumors circulated that it may have been the owner and her fiancé, the Durham Dragons owner. The beauty of that was that it increased traffic and interest in her boutique for quite some time.
All that mattered was that we’d gotten our second chance at love.
SNEAK PEEK AT THE DANCE
“THANK YOU,” I SAY, accepting my vodka cranberry from the waitress.
“I can’t believe I let you drag me in here,” Sonja says, glancing around the club.
“They’d better not skimp on the orange and lime,” I mutter before sipping my drink.
“I just knew that Justin would save my ass from these shenanigans you’re dragging me along with you on,” she mumbles.
“Girl, please. Justin knows ‘sexy’ when he sees it. After your ass watches these girls dancing tonight, you’ll be going home jumping on him like you’ve lost your mind. Hot in the ass and horny! Your man is smart as hell,” I say with a slight lift of my eyebrows when I taste the drink.
I’m surprised. The bartender got it right. The lime and cranberry, although a tart mixture together, brings the perfect amount of liveliness to the drink to wake up my tastebuds. But it’s the orange juice that sets it off for me. The sweetness makes it perfectly delicious.
I’d requested that they add more vodka to the drink than the norm, and I was pleasantly surprised to find they got that right, too.
Yes, Prestige is an upscale, high-end club catering to the rich, and it didn’t matter if Prestige was the best of the best. I’ve been in establishments similar to this before, and they still knew how to fuck up a perfectly good drink.
I’m impressed by the clientele I see here tonight and the design of the strip club section. We haven’t been invited to tour the rest of the club, only this area. If all goes as planned, I will have a chance to check out the rest, although I’ve been warned that maybe I don’t want to.
Everything about this place is beautiful. It screams money from the staircase descending into the club’s main room, making attendants feel like royalty to the gold elements woven throughout the club.
The design is sexy and classy, and every feature is reminiscent of a woman’s body. From the curved tables to the long poles, you can’t help but think of a woman’s hips and legs.
Gold and bronze statues of nude women are positioned around the strip club. The dancers, waitresses, and bartenders are beautiful, shapely women.
The club opens to an outdoor space with a magnificent pool in the center of the action. Patio tables, day beds, and chaise lounges are positioned all around the pool for comfort, and a canopy of trees shades the area during the day from the sweltering sun overhead.
Dancers perform on the outside as well as on the inside. Waitresses and bartenders serve this area, and there are two bars for patrons'
