Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (romantic story to read txt) 📗

Chapter 53

 

"Whatever you say... I'll go for a drink."

The place is brutally beautiful. I walk between the different spaces that make up this immense room, from the antechamber to a magnificent auditorium where there is a string quartet playing without an audience. People are not sitting but standing in the antechamber drinking and snacking from the agape. All extremely luxurious, magnificent, handsome, with women in dresses with bare backs and slender waists, high heels, and shiny shoes or men, on the other hand, of different target: some very handsome, with combed hair, wide arms covered with muscles bursting at the seam, though there are also fat ones with shirt buttons about to pop, some younger, but mostly older guys. Leonardo and another couple must be the most attractive at the party.

I go to the sidebar to review the drink options, without paying much attention to the trays of the waiters who pass from one side to the other, I like the elegance they have to carry them, but I want all the options together.

I ask the barman:

"H...hello! What is that purple drink?”

“Good night Miss. It is a strawberry daiquiri with squeezed pulp.”

"Oh yeah, can I order one of those?"

"Immediately," he smiles at me and sits up to prepare it.

I glance to the side, finding the weight of Leonardo's gaze coming at me at full speed, however, some guys who seem to be friends stop him and absorb him into their circle of friends while his menacing gaze hovers around me like a psychopath!

I have received my own letter of invitation to the dinner and I don't want to be the ‘trophy’ like the one that many guys here show off by walking their girls from one place to another.

It's not just that Leonardo couldn't be my trophy to go next door with, but it's also not that I like it too much that this situation could make me pass into public knowledge as "someone else's girl". He wants to cast me as his future wife and that still seems too early to me, especially when it comes to his insane-type instincts just waiting to follow me with utter vileness.

Already on the side, a girl approaches and takes one of the glasses already served with ice and some transparent liquor, judging by the slice of cucumber, I would think it was gin and tonic.

"Sorry, it's not yours, is it?" she asks me.

She is tall, much taller than me, she has short black hair, a tight dress, and a huge bust that is scary, probably operated (I don't want it to sound like a prejudice, it's just an appreciation, my waist hurts just looking at it).

"Don't worry," I tell her. “I am waiting for mine.”

“Oh good. What did you ask for?”

“A... daiquiri with squeezed fruit pulp. Or something like that.”

She lets out a giggle.

"I haven't seen you around here very often, are you someone else's new girl?"

Ashhhh, why do I feel that such a name has vilely annoyed me? I get so tense and surely obviously annoyed to the point that I think she notices it since she immediately seeks to compensate:

“Don't feel uncomfortable, I was just asking.”

"Do you do these...events very often?"

“Usually, after some business round where the new emerging companies and the firms that participate are known, although in general, they are always the same, that is why I asked. I did not locate you before.”

“Well, no, I just think I'm part of those start-ups.”

“Oh, wow. Congratulations. What is the firm that supports you?”

The signature of Leonardo Ferrari, but for some reason, his name runs over with other words in my mouth that in the end none comes out.

Another guy who comes to hug the girl around the waist is the one who saves me and asks her, about me:

“Oh, honey. Making new friends?”

The guy is blond, has short messy hair, a beard of the same color that gives his face a very particular shine, suspicious green eyes, and seems to be an avid sportsman because of how good the tuxedo suits him.

He must be around forty (if he wasn't a long time ago) while I don't judge the girl to be more than thirty. Both attractive in ultra brutal extremes, but with a mysterious aura that generates mistrust in me.

"Yes, it's fun," she answers, and the bartender snaps me up: 

“Your drink, miss.”

He places it on the bar, I turn and take it, holding it awkwardly so as not to drop it, although a few drops get lost, wetting my hands.

“OK thanks.”

"You have a good eye for making friends," he tells her.

She gives him a smile where she exhibits a complete set of teeth that are quite white, almost luminous.

For some reason, these people give me a bad feeling. If I thought for a second that she could be his girlfriend, now I rule it out since no faithful husband looks with his eyes that he is looking at me since I am not his girl nor does he allow…

…oh, heavens! He just grabbed me by the waist.

"My friend's friends are also my friends," says the guy with a sour mixture between a very strong expensive perfume and drink.

"I don't think we're friends, we barely know each other." I let out an uncomfortable giggle. “I... I think I already…”

"She is backed by a firm, she has a company," the girl communicates to the guy who does not take his hand off my waist and slides it towards the lower area of ​​my back, caressing me and causing me to shiver. I try to get away, but the presence of the bar and my interlocutor make it difficult for me to flee.

"Oh, I understand," he says. “So she's not... a friend.”

"We could all be friends," she asserts, watching me sucking on the straw of the drink she just took out.

Then he removes the straw and takes a deep drink from his glass.

*‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌ “I have to… I have to go.”

I don't know what kind of situation this is, but it makes me extremely uncomfortable. I don't know what she wants from me, but the way this guy is touching me is definitely not innocent.

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