The party had just started. Women of all races, sizes, and shapes had gathered in Lucas Benjamin’s grand house, ready to partake in the greatest indulgence of their lifetime.
They were all dressed to kill in flimsy fancy dresses that distinguished them as ladies while at the same time showcasing their wild nature. The men were not as distinguishably dressed, though they still looked good in their mostly black and grey suits.
Only one man ever stood out in such crowds really- the owner of the party, the house, and the hearts of most of the women in the room - Lucas Benjamin. Even if one had never laid eyes on Lucas, it was easy to know who he was the moment he entered a room. His stature, and the way he carried himself, were a statement by themselves.
He was standing by his grand staircase, looking poised in his navy green Dolce and Gabbana suit, his black Gucci shoes, the thousand-dollar Rolex draped graciously on his left wrist, and the diamond chain on his neck.
He was the definition of wealth itself, and it was no wonder every once in a while, the women would look up at where he was standing with desire in their eyes. It did help, of course, that he was extremely good-looking. His face was like the shape of Adonis himself.
He had a sharp jawline that was enunciated more by nicely shaped sideburns. His nose was neither too big nor too small, it was just the perfect size. His lips were pink, and they turned red occasionally. But none of that was his greatest feature.
His greatest feature was his beautiful nut-brown eyes that turned into a dark chocolate-brown when he was excited about something. At the moment though, nothing in the room excited him. He looked around at the throng of people in his billion-dollar house, drinking, talking, dancing, partying.
He looked at the smiles on their faces and a small pang shot up his spine. He could not remember the last time he felt happy enough to smile so effortlessly as most of the people in the room were.
He sipped the drink in his hand, knowing that it would not exactly liven up his mood, but at least it would numb the ever-growing loneliness that was creeping up slowly. After one sip failed to do the trick, he decided to gulp down his whole drink. This was his party for heaven’s sake. He had a part to act, and dammit if he was going to let his feelings get in the way of that.
He finished his drink, signaled the waiter for two more others, and after finishing them too, he felt sufficiently capable of handling his guests.
Let the party begin!
***
As I majestically walked down the stairs one step at a time, I could not help but question myself on why I let myself go through these experiences every time. I did not like human interactions, and more often than not, preferred my own private time with a drink.
I was selfish.
All human beings were bound to be selfish. They all think of themselves, and at the end of the day, would only think of how they benefit from interacting with each other. It was the same thing that was happening here, tonight, in my abode.
Looking at them, it would be easy to think that they were actually here to celebrate me, with no malicious intentions at heart.
But I was not one to be easily deceived.
During my years as a successful businessman, I had worked with enough partners to know that human beings were selfish.
All of them!
Except her.
But I could not think of her today. I had to be happy. Or at least try to.
I let the room absorb the effect of my presence, leaving my scent behind for them to remember, not that they could easily forget. I had worked myself to the top of the pyramid which made my name stick on everyone’s lips, willingly or unwillingly, for a rather long time.
Men wanted to be me, and women wanted to be with me.
As for me, I just wanted to be with her again.
As I approached the bottom of the flight of stairs, I realized that all eyes were on me. It would be a lie to say that I did not at least enjoy this part. The effect I had on women especially.
I brought out the signature smirk that I knew was undeniably attractive, and when I heard a couple of gasps in the room and felt more eyes on me, I adjusted my suit, increased my poise, and smiled inwardly.
Proudly.
It was too easy sometimes.
As was routine when I reached the bottom of the stairs, I first exchanged pleasantries with my male acquaintances. I knew the women were watching, and as a predator who wanted to lure his beautiful prey in, I had to play like I was an ordinary guy. Not that I was an ordinary guy, and not that I needed that much help to lure women in. It just excited me to play the games. And play them well.
Later, I went around the room, making small talk with the men, all the while pretending not to pay too much attention to the women.
Once I had circled the majority of the room, I went to the bar, got myself another drink, and waited for the plan to take action.
Sure enough, after a few minutes, three women walked toward me,
It is so easy with them.
With her though…
I took a sip of my drink, hoping that the alcohol would wash away my thoughts of her. I needed to focus on the party in front of me. She was too far.
I turned my head to listen to the three women who introduced themselves rather flirtatiously. I nodded as I turned to each one of them, forgetting their names as soon as they said them. In my head, they became Bimbo 1, Bimbo 2 and Bimbo 3.
I knew that was rather sexist of me to categorize them as such, but past experiences had made it clear that women wanted the same things from him: sex, money, and something to post on social media.
Bimbos!
After offering each one of them their preferred drinks, Bimbo 1 asked me for a dance, which I was quick to decline. Thinking that my resistance worked, Bimbo 3 held my hand, pulling me out of my seat and leading the way while the other two women laughed in hidden envy.
From then on, the night went great.
I had a few more drinks, danced with more women, kissed a few, had more drinks, had drunken conversations, and danced some more.
It was a great night, but then again, every night that I threw parties was a great night.
When the party ended, most of the guests cleared out while others made themselves comfortable in the many spare bedrooms. I was too drunk to move to my bedroom at the moment, so I lingered a bit longer in the living room with Bimbos 1 and 2 whom I had met at the start.
I tried to have a meaningful conversation with them to at least try and prove my judgment of them wrong.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybe they are different.
Staring into their lustful eyes, I knew I was right from the very beginning. The conversation on the state of the country and its effects on businesses did not yield any fruits, which forced me to save my “what do you think” questions for another trial.
“Would either of you like to sleep here?” I asked, looking from one woman to another. I was sure that this was a conversation that would get me more concrete replies than the Hmmms and Yeah replies I had gotten before. The two women exchanged a naughty glance as if telepathically weighing the heavier pros with the non-existent cons.
Bimbo 1 then moved closer to me until her mouth was practically in my ear.
“Actually,” she started with a voice that she thought sounded seductive to me. “We would rather go to bed with you.” She dragged you down my chest, with a voice that came out more husky than I believe she wanted.
“Both of you?” I asked, feigning shock.
In truth, I had seen this coming all along. That was the price I often paid for inviting such women to my parties. Not that I was complaining, but for once, I would have loved for one of them to be different. I would have loved to be genuinely surprised.
I am not selfish.
Usually, I invite them to entertain my male acquaintances. Some end up lucky. Others, not so much.
“Yes, both of us,” Bimbo 2
said with the same voice used by the first, also moving closer to me and landing a wet peck on my cheek.“Well, I have to say, ladies. I am in awe here. Won’t any of you feel jealous?” I read the script I had so often recited in such situations.
“No. We both want you. Is that so bad? Are we bad girls, baby?” Bimbo 1 replied with a small chuckle as her hands started roaming free over my body.
“Well, then. I am a but a man, after all. Let us proceed then, shall we?” I said standing up, taking each lady by the hand and leading them upstairs.
Let the real party begin!
The sex was great, as it often was. But still, when both women were exhausted and deep in their sleep, I found myself wide awake, staring at the ceiling. During such moments, I wondered if there was more to life than this. I loved great parties. I loved having great sex. But I craved something more. I am not sure of love, as romantic love sounds too complicated, and the only complicated things I loved were profitable for me. I am not sure if I am up for complications that do not make me richer. Moreso, I have never had any love that was not from Aunt May. And her. She was my friend, my companion. I could have meaningful conversations with her. I could lie with her and feel safe, feel seen, feel at home. I want her. The self-confession brought shudders down my naked body. The thoughts of her made me feel more awake than I was before. Knowing that she had always been the woman for me, and admitting it to myself, drained all the alcohol out of my system, and brought excitement t
I was not myself for a long while. My mind was in a disarray and my whole body was one second away from exploding from excitement. I tried gulping down various drinks that usually calmed me – Remy Martini and the likes – but today, it seemed the alcohol percentage in this one bottle was less than the usual 40%. I even tried my Cuban cigars which I had received from Mark last year, but those too seemed ineffective today. Giving up in frustration, I took the elevator to the rooftop and got inside my heated pool, hoping to feel much more relaxed than I did. Since the phone call with Aunt May that afternoon, my organs seemed to be performing their functions at faster paces than normal. If this happened without reason, I would have had my house manager phone my doctor and term it a fatal emergency. But today, there was the reason. And the reason was Charlotte Manning. I did not like this kind of anxiety. It was Lucas Benjamin. I was always in control. I was aware of things before th
As I swam across one end to the other, the feeling of dejection swept over me like it had as I packed up all my belongings inside the two suitcases I had then. The fear of the unknown crept on me as I thought of what my life was to become, living with a total stranger, in an even stranger city. As I carefully removed the Matrix poster from my wall, I heard some light shuffling behind me. From the corner of my eye, I could sketch out Charlotte Manning’s figure. Instantly, I turned back, and there she was. Leaning on the doorframe, hands holding each other as if in an attempt to hide the trembling. She still had tears in her eyes, which made me stay rooted on the tile I stood upon, weak. Her tears were my weakness, and the thought that I was the cause of her pain drew out all the strength I had left. Why Lucas? I questioned myself. Why did I have to break her heart? *** “Charlotte, I am leaving for New York!” he had said in such a blank voice as if he was merely asking me for a d
I ran down the stairs to the front parking, smiling broadly at the thought of seeing her in less than an hour. I chose to go with the black Mercedes Benz as I figured it was well deserving for the editor-in-chief’s arrival, but also not too flashy to attract unnecessary attention along the streets of New York. Hardly had I opened the car door when I heard Jacque’s stern voice behind me. “Excuse me Monsieur,” “Yes?” “There is someone on the phone for you” “Hello?” “Hi, Lucas honey!” The enthusiasm on the other end was too much to bear for a sober mind. “Vivian?” I could feel all the blood draining from my face. “Yes, honey. The one and only. Did you miss me, my love?” she answered with a small whine in her voice. “Why are you calling me at this hour?” Laughs. “Oh, I am back in town and I just wanted to let you know that I am heading to the house in a few.” “Which house?” “Your house, of course, silly!” she said between laughs as if it was obvious to me. Normally, I would
I had already packed all my clothes and the essential items I needed for the trip and hence did not linger inside the house much longer. Aunt May had been gracious enough to pray for my journey mercies, and seeing no need to remind the Heavens to bless me again, I carried my luggage to the living room where Terrence was finishing up with his Zoom meeting. I was filled with a spur of emotions, both good and bad. The bad mostly included leaving Terrence behind, even though it was just for three days. Knowing him for a long time, he would have packed his own suitcase and flown to New York with me, but his schedule was overly booked, which made him quite sad too. “I will miss you, babe, terribly!” He said as he rose up from the couch and walked towards me. “I will undeniably miss you too,” I said, pulling him close to me for a kiss. I loved Terrence. When we first met, none of us thought that we would make it three years together. He had been a pain in my ass during our first few encou
I kept scrolling down my I***a in an attempt to find anything new about him that I had missed before. I did not wish to have a strange reconnection with him, and apart from all the gossip that tends to follow him, there was not much online to show what he was really like. Business, business, travel, girls, lots of girls…and more business. Lucas seemed to be living the true Gatsby lifestyle that he had always dreamed of since his childhood. After an hour of scrolling through social media and news, I opened my chat with Aunt May and stared at the number she had sent me to reach Lucas on my arrival. I had had this number a few months after he left Atlanta, and I had wanted to reach out to him for days, which turned to months, which turned to years. Ten years. I still felt betrayed by him, and as much as I loved him, I could not get over the fact that he had chosen to keep his move a secret from me. Moreso, I could not help but console myself that he also had the chance to reach out to
The drive to the house was quiet, not knowing what to say to each other after years of silence. She had her eyes glued to the skyscrapers in the city, which were not as common in Atlanta as in New York. I could not stop secretly glancing her way, surprised by how little she had changed over the years. Occasionally, I would ask about Aunt May, Jenny, Joe, and her parents, but after noticing how short most of her answers were, I settled into the silence too. Ever since leaving the familiarity in Atlanta, I had grown into a man of very few words with the few people I tolerated. Getting into the celebrity limelight cemented my choice to be discrete, and only got chatty during parties when drunk. At this point, I hated my choices as I had a lot to say to her but did not know how. We arrived at the house, and I noticed the shock on her face when the gate slid open, letting us in. Her mouth went agape, as she gasped at the architectural design of my multistory house which could be seen al
The room was enormous, filled with modern décor and warm color on the walls that made it easy for the light to bounce on every corner. A king-sized bed lay royally in the middle of the room, with a mini bookshelf on the left, and a television screen on the right pinned a few inches on top of a mini-fridge. The room was also full of a vanilla fragrance, just like the one he had on. I smiled as I made a tour of the room, thinking of how he had this room set specifically for me. Or maybe it had always been this way.rem I jumped down my high horse of thoughts, as I remembered the kind of lifestyle Lucas lived. It only made sense that he would have a room for every kind of guest he had over at his. And this room so happened to be for guests like me, who liked to read and eat crazy. I had peeped into other rooms on my way here, and some had luxurious gold ornaments inside, with art pieces on the wall that seemed to scream expensive! This one only had a huge picture of a Siberian husky in a