Chapter 05

Ryan:

The shot of whiskey burns down my throat at the same time I crush the glass too strongly on the bar.

“Someone is pissed off today,” says Dan, one of my best friends, mocking me.

“Nah,” I reply with a wave of my hand, but the truth is yes, I'm angry.

I spent so long hating Lena Marzoli, I planned every detail of her absolute destruction. That's the reason of my anger, because I felt sorry for her when I saw her crying. It did something to me, something I don't like.

Lena and her group of friends humiliated me in front of the whole school and ye, it might sound whiny, but when they mess with your family and devalue all the sweat and effort they spent just to survive, it makes my blood boil with hatred.

Today my company is the most important in the whole city, even abobe all of those who deprecated me years ago for beeing poor, and I'm getting back at them one by one.

Lena’s father imprisoned for tax evasion and (malversación de fondos) marked the beginning of a revenge planned for years and that is currently in motion.

What happened today was just the tip of the iceberg, showing her that she has nothing, and I have everything, including what was once hers. For someone as materialistic as her, it must mean something worse than death.

“Shit, man, you got inside your big head again,” Dan complains.

“I'll stop now, promise,” I reassure him.

“Well, I don't care if you got your panties in a buch, we are celebrating today because tomorrow we close the deal with the Warrens.” Dan calls the bartender and asks for two more glasses of whiskey.

Besides being my best friend, Dan also co-founder of my company. He's supposed to be the VP of BlakeHill, but he spends his free time delegating work and partying every day. However, when he focus on his job, he's an ace at it. It's been decided from the beginning that he's the face of the company, he has charisma and mingles well in social events, and I'm not good at it. I only attend to the most important events, like tomorrow’s, for example.

Although I wouldn't miss tomorrow's for anything in the world.

The bartender brings our drinks and we make a silent toast. I'm sure Dan’s toasting for the big sale, but I have something else in mind.

Lena Marzoli will regret a million times working for me. A plan starts forming in my head, but it gets interrupted by the vision of twin blondes walking towards us smiling like hunters that just found their prey. They each get by our side and one of the presses her tits on my arm.

“I'm Cassie. What's your name, handsome?” She whispers in my ear. The other girl is talking in the same hushed way with Dan, who buys her a drink and sits her on his lap.

I don't respond, I simply deposit the glass on the bar, turn around and head towards the bathrooms. I enter the men’s room and leave carelessly the door half open while I walk to the hand wash. I open the faucet and start washing my handa as a look across the mirror to find Cassie walking inside and locking the door behind her.

So predictable

“Don't you know is not polite to answer a question?” She asks with a taunting voice. Her hard nipples are bursting through the pink fabric of her dress.

“Don't you know it's not polite to walk inside the men's bathroom without asking for permission?” I ask back. I close the faucet, dry my hands with a paper towel and turn around, leaning my hip on the sink counter.

She walks slowly towards me and her brazen attitude is turning me on.

“I don't know about you, but I got in here with a goal,” she explains while looking straight at my crotch that's clearly showing my swollen dick trying to get free.

“And what's stopping you?”

“You're right, I should just take what I want.” She says and a half second later, she's on her knees unzipping my pants.

She gets my penis out and without thinking twice, she gets half of it in her mouth. It's impressive how she sucks avidly, using both hands to masturbate the part of my dick she can't fit in her tiny mouth.

I take her hair with both hands and guide her with faster movements, feeling the warm of her mouth. I'm enjoying this, but as soon as I look down and see her blonde hair, the thought that this could be Lena who's sucking me dry makes my dick get harder.

Surprised by the turn that this is taking, I close my eyes and let myself give up to my imagination, visualizing the woman I hate look at me with her big blue eyes while she sucks me with so much eagerness her soft and excited moans caress my dick.

I don't know how much time passes, but my legs are shaking because of the intensity of this moment. I know I'm about to come, so I press her head harder towards my dick and shoot my cum inside her throat.

Deception washes over me when I look down and see that indeed it wasn't Lena, just this random girl. More than deception, I feel disgusted with myself for craving such stupid things. I zip my pants with anger, surround Cassie who is still on her knees in the bathroom floor and leave the room, cruising through the croud of people dancing on the dancefloor until I get to the outside of the club.

“FUCK!” I scream leting outall the anger that's still boiling inside of me.

I cannot be having these kind of thoughts again. God knows how much I've tried to get over her. Lena Marzoli will not sneak inside my head or my heart again.

I swear it.