Eat

Giovanni

I sit at the bar in Williams nightclub, trying to drink away the images of Brandi fucking herself in my bed. I glance at the clock; it’s been nearly two hours since I fled my own house. She should be gone by now. Which means I should drag my sorry ass back and go to bed.

"You look like shit." I look at William's smiling face, and by that toothy grin, I know he had something to do with this.

"Asshole," I mumble loud enough for him to hear, which he finds amusing.

"I take it you found out who it was you were requesting." I ignore his question and focus on the brown liquor in my glass, hoping maybe he would get the hint and leave me alone, but of course, he does not.

"So, how is the little Minx? As reviews would have it, she’s one of the best. Every man who ends who in that room with her wants another go." Men? How many men has she ended up in that room with? I want to ask William, but I know I have no right to pry into her private life.