Desmond couldn't believe he was about to sleep without sex. He has never been in that situation. He was angry, but he couldn't do anything. He doesn't want to force her, and he can't possibly fix the wedding because she was denying him her body.
Daniella was expecting him to dance to her tune, but he turned, facing his back at her. Daniella was disappointed. She thought he would fix the wedding date if she denied him sex, but it failed.
Desmond didn't say anything again, leaving Daniella unsettled. She wanted to change her mind and reconcile with Desmond, but she couldn't. At this point, she needed to maintain her sneeze.
Both slept off afterwards. The next day, Desmond woke up and got prepared. He didn't even talk to her.
As he was about to leave, he heard Daniella's voice from the back, "You are leaving without even talking to me?"
"Why will I talk to you? Can you let me be? Can you?"
"Is it about last night? I...I'm sorry. I....I overreacted, and I'm sorry."
"I don't have time for you now." Desmond said and walked out of the room, leaving Daniella unsettled.
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After work, instead of going home, he decided to visit one of the expensive bars in the city. He needed to drink and think about his life. He got to the bar to behold a few hotties sitting around. Probably looking for potential prey for the night. He ignored them and ordered a bottle of red wine and dessert.
A few minutes later, "Hi, dear." A young lady waved, sliding next to him. Desmond's eyes went wide as he stared at the young lady. She looked pretty hot and well endowed in perfect places. She was a stunner, a type of girl that can easily trap a man down. A very pretty blonde, dressed in a professional, hugging black gown. The two buttons in between her chest were doing a perfect job, holding the breast from falling out. Looking at the lady, Desmond could tell her intentions.
She glanced at Desmond with a confident smirk and adjusted her top to make sure she looked pleased.
"Uhh…Hello." Desmond answered. He wasn't surprised that he was being confronted by the beautiful, irresistible lad. Desmond is a handsome man with a dominating physique. Apart from that, he looked rich and smart, a type of man every girl wishes to have.
"My name is Mirabel, but my friends call me Milly. What about you?" The young lady asked.
"My name is Desmond. What can I do for you?" Desmond asked. He wasn't in the mood to entertain any intruder. He just wanted to drink and think about his life.
"Do you mind if I sit here?" She asked, and Desmond looked up at her. "It depends."
"On what?" she asked.
"Uhhm... It depends on your intentions." Desmond said, and he took a sip of his wine.
"My intentions are something you will love to hear. Men like you find it interesting." The lady said.
"I will like to hear it. Take a seat and tell me." Desmond said, and she sat down on a seat directly opposite him.
"It will be nice telling you my intentions while drinking. How do you see it?" The young lady said, and Desmond smiled. "What if it's something I don't like?"
"It's something you won't only like but love. Something that will make you forget about your worries. Something that will take you where you have never been before." She said, and Desmond smiled.
"Before you proceed to tell me your intentions, just know that I have a woman in my house." Desmond said even though the woman she was talking about denied him sex the other night. Desmond doesn't need any prophet to tell him what the young lady wants, just that he wasn't that type of man. All his life, he had never had sex with a prostitute, and he wasn't ready to start now.
"That's perfect. I like when I tell my intentions to married men because they are mostly interested in it."
"So what are your intentions?"
"I will go straight to the point. My intention is to take you to my room and make you feel like a man, then get rewarded with hot cum in my mouth and lots of money."
"I like your boldness, but what if I'm not interested?" Desmond said casually.
"That's not possible. No man has ever turned me down. They give me extra bucks once I'm done with them."
"I think I should be the one to approach you if I really need your service and not the other way round."
"It doesn't matter. I've met some guys that are shy to talk, and you are the type of man I want in my bed tonight. A handsome, well-built, clearly successful man. It's like killing two birds with one stone. I want you, and I know I will have you."
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, but you are not my type. I don't eat public food." Desmond said, but who could tell him that he was sharing his potential wife with a stud.