His Forbidden Desires

The night cloud was covered with stars as any would count it by, shining perfectly on the J Hotel. Most of the streets were empty but the cars present at the parking lot of J Hotel was enough to know that a special activity was going on.

The underground club at J hotel was booming with lots of bachelors and spinsters, heavy music playing in the background, emotions and desire filled the air mixed with lust. Some would call it dirty thoughts.

Sitting in a corner of the VIP section was a young man with golden brown eyes, long silky hair to his shoulders, clad on a Dark Green suit, holding up a glass of wine. A taste of perfection and seduction. Despite the dark corner he was in, he seemed to emit radiance as the light shone perfectly on him. The lines on his hands visible while he held the thin ends of the glass.

A waiter walked up to him with holding a bottle of wine in a black tray coupled with another glass.

He lifts his head to him,

“I didn’t order” His words hint with a touch of annoyance.

“It’s from the lady over there” the waiter pointed at a woman seated by the bar.

He turns forward to find a gorgeous woman staring back at him, wearing a seductively sweet black dress pressed onto her curves and slender waist. Her eyes green and bright matching her dark red covering a side of her face. Her lips pink and her skin glowed under the blue neon light.

Arthur has had several advances made at him, coming from different types of women but there something about her that wouldn’t let him look away but rather he held her gaze as long as she looked at him until she pulled away.

Not a smile or a flirtatious kiss came from her, if she hadn’t sent the wine his way then he’d probably think he got the wrong person.

Shoving the alcohol present in the glass down his throat, he wiped his mouth clean. He sat there for a little while letting his thoughts disarray, his eyes still pinned on her waiting if she would catch him staring, he wanted her to.

A minute of waiting and his feet picked up, a finger in his right pocket while he made his way to her. She was having a little chat with the bartender, he could hear her little laugh. He made his way to picturing her body as he got closer.

Not able to see her face, he frowned before leaning on the counter beside her.

Arthur had never walked up to a lady, especially in a club but he found himself wanting to talk to her. His hands were itching to touch the bottle of wine she sent to him. If he touched it then it meant he had accepted her advances towards him before he could think about it, he had opened the bottle and poured out its content into his glass and drank it without hesitation.