•CHAPTER FIVE•

After five days I would have thought she would have been off my mind, but it seems to be quite the opposite.

You ever had someone cloud your mind?

Monique's giving me these wild thoughts that make my pants tighten.

I can't do shit without thoughts of her riding my dick creeping through my mind

This is fucking stupid, I just met this person and I haven't even fucked her.

"Fuck," I hiss closing my laptop

"What's wrong?" my brother asks turning to me.

"It's nothing, I just can't concentrate," I groaned, running my hands through my hair.

"Don't worry bro, it's pretty late, go home I'll finish up here," he says patting my back.

"Thanks man," I said before closing my laptop, clearing my desk.

I drive back to my building peacefully, parking my car and going up the elevator to my floor.

I go into my condo, taking off my blazer and dress shoes before taking a glass of water and going up to my room.

"The fuck are you doing here!?" I said at the sight in front of me.

On my bed was a naked physcopath who has been obsessed with me for months, Sabrina. We hooked up a couple of months ago and she thought it was something serious, I mean I didn't even know her name and she walked around thinking we were dating.

She had been stalking me for months, she showed up at my work place, causing a scene and now security knows not to let her in. She had mysteriously vanished since then and now all of a sudden she's naked, in my condo, we seriously need to get better security around here.

"Did you miss me daddy?" She asks biting her lip and playing with her nipples.

"No, firstly I'm not your daddy, secondly what are you doing here, thirdly get the fuck out of my house before I call security." I said sternly, making her frown.

I walk past her, going into the bathroom and slamming the door behind me.

I strip naked, going into the shower.

I wonder if I'll see her if I go to the club again. I mean what are the odds. Maybe she's from around here, but why haven't I seen her around.

My mind was decided, I'm going to the club, and hopefully she'll be there, it's a Friday night after all.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a hand running down my chest, down to my abs.

I hold her wrist before she could go any lower. "Don't even," I said looking at her.

"You know you want it, stop denying it," she says grabbing my groin with her other hand.

"You are so fucking annoying," I said grabbing her hair, roughly kissing her lips.

I grab the back of her thighs, making her wrap her legs around my bare waist, I slam her back into the shower wall, slamming my dick into her without warning, causing her to gasp.

She was not Monique but I could definitely use a distraction.

"Fuck daddy," she moans as I pound into her roughly.

My thrusts get faster as images of Monique creep into my mind.

"Daddy I'm going to cummmmmm!" She says, before her legs shake as she cums, I continue pounding into her, when I felt my dick twitch, I pull out of her, cumming undone on her stomach.

I wash myself, ignoring her and come out of the bathroom to check the time. It was already eight o'clock.

I go into my closet, quickly getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" She asks as I come out of the closet.

Great, she's still here.

"You gotta go," I said still getting dressed.

"That's it?" she asks.

"What do you mean that's it, what is this the time I propose? Get the fuck out before I call security!" I said rudely.

She lets out a huff, "You will love me," she says before leaving the room. I heard my front door slammed. Finally she's gone.

See, this is why I don't date, these women are so emotional and dramatic, I can't deal with this all my life.

I finish up getting dressed, grabbing my wallet and leaving for the club.

As usual, the club was in full swing, neon lights flashing and music playing.

I move swiftly through the dancing bodies to the half empty bar.

"Can I get a whiskey," I said to the bartender. He gets me my drink.

I scan the club for a certain someone.

Finally I spot her, at a booth with the same group of friends she was with before.

She had on a tank top and some ripped blue jeans, her hair in a low puff or whatever you ladies call it, her hair looked so curly and soft.

I found myself making my way to their booth.

"Hello ladies," I said with my charming smile, catching all their attention

"So what, are you stalking me now?" She asks, turning to me with a smirk.

"No, can't a man just come to the club and get a few drinks," I said with a smirk.

"Mhm," she says playing with her straw.

"We're gonna hit the dance floor," one of her friends says with a smirk before they all leave and I take a seat across from her.

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He takes a seat across from me.

"So how can I help you?" I asked him, crossing my legs under the table, slightly brushing my foot against his legs.

"Hope I'm not ruining your girls night out," he says ignoring my question.

"No, it seems the girls are doing well," I said motioning to the girls grinding with some hot ass guys on the dancefloor.

He looks the direction I was nodding in and let out a chuckle.

I noticed his eyes lingering on my breasts before he decided to talk.

"Did it hurt?" He asks, looking at my piercings that where very visible through my white tank top as if they were the most interesting thing ever.

"A whole lot, but it was definitely worth it," I said with a smirk.

"How so," he asks resting his elbow on the table.

"Well for starters they are way more sensitive," I explained.

"Can I test that out?" He says with a smirk.

"No," I said bluntly.

"Come on, why won't you let me, just once," he says.

"You gotta work for it," I said with a shrug.

"Work for it?" He asks with a brow raised.

"Yeah, how about you take me on a date first?" I ask with a smirk.

"Really, whats the point of a one night stand if you gotta work for it, that's not how it works," he complains.

"Get to know me before you fuck me," I say with a shrug. "I want you to work for it, I'm not your basic hoe who will be on her knees at your command."

"Trust me, I know that already," he grumbled, rolling his eyes, making me chuckle.

"That's how I work, take it or leave it," I said with a shrug

"Fine," he grumbles. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at six."

"Great, then it's a date," I said with a smirk.

"I'm going to need your number," he says.

"Whoa, I thought it was just a one night stand thing?"

"It is, but I gotta pick you up right," he says matter of factly.

I grab a napkin, "Do you have a pen?" I asked turning to him.

"No," he says shaking his head before calling over a waiter and asking him for a pen.

I scribble down my address on the napkin before returning the pen and sliding the napkin to him.

"Wouldn't it be easier to just give me your number?" He asks.

"I don't just give anyone my number."

"Yet you give me your address, where you stay." He says making me shrug.

"Let's go dance," I said before finishing off my drink and getting up before going to the dancefloor with him close behind.