His Little Obsession

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flocked around me, or maybe the adrenaline that came with partying. I smiled against a woman's s

away from the other bitch's body aggressively. I chuckle

end, Carlos and his girlfriend. The VIP room was not exactl

gone with the

?" The brunette bitch suggested, runni

of her hair, "I don't fuck bitches in the bedroom, s

sapproval, but I ignored him. He could shove

usion, unfazed by the demeaning title.

owering my gaze to the floor before

sorts of names-man whore, playboy, Casanova- striving for my inability to stick with one woman. Why shoul

os girlfriend-Lolita ch

rabbing the stack of m

money bundle on blondie's face. She moaned in respons

et, but Lolita pushed him back d

idn't fuck, and turned to drugs to feel good. He couldn't risk me doing drugs again. The last time my fun got ruined, I was hospitalized for overusing, and my

orming into the area with a stoic expression. I groaned in res

way from them. Each time Marcos made a

ommented with a frustration. He was referring to my offer to th

rked with a chuckle. I'm the illegitimate son of the H

ve dinner with the Vitos." H

to when we were rivals with them, but father said something about strengthening the family. I didn't want to take over the

ion. I didn't finish my words when I

ging me out of the club. I couldn't fight, and never bother learning. Ca

he tossed me into the car, shuttin

with them. I wasn't actually. I was more focused in snapping out of my drowsiness bef

eassured before the car pulled up in halted

obbed in paid. Fuck. My father would fucking kill me

eavily, my visions blurring as I stared at Carl

y ears as I staggered out of the car, s

ore. I couldn't identify voices. I gulped, stag

, catching me before I hit the ground. I breathed in r

voice dies down