Chapter 7

• “So let’s address the elephant in the room—” Antonio cut him off.
• “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I can’t see the elephant.”
• Lorenzoick took in a deep breath. “I was talking about the tension you brought in with you. What the hell happened?”
• “Aw, I love you too buddy.” Antonio said and winked.
• “I don’t— I was not talking about— why have you been shifting positions every two seconds like you’ve got pins embedded in your ass? And you’ve been sighing every five minutes or so and it’s getting more annoying by the moment, so what is it?” Lorenzo held his hand to his head and grunted.
• “It’s nothing man, I’m fine.” Antonio continued to watch the television.
• “Okay, Disney princess. Wallow in self pity all you want, see if I’d ask again.” Lorenzo turned to face the television too.
• Antonio left out a sigh. “I was just thinking—”
• “Well that’s a miracle.”
• Antonio glared at his best friend. “I’ve been so lonely for a while and I want to have a girl.”
• “During our last phone call, you had a girl over. A few days before that, you had a lot of girls with you too. What the hell are you talking about?” Lorenzo glared at his stupid friend.
• “No, not like that stupid! I want a woman for me. I want to settle down with her, have a nice life and stuff. I want to go places with her and make sure that she—”
• “That sounds like a lot of things to want to do. Sounds like a waste of time too.” Lorenzo said in an attempt to flick off the conversation in the manner that one would flick off a pestering fly.
• “It’s not,” He sighed. “I don’t think that it’s a waste of time. I’m just really bothered. This has been in my head for a while now, and so...” He trailed off.
• “Have you been watching Disney movies and Vampire series again?” Lorenzo chuckled and shook his head, reaching for the newspaper on his table.
• “No.” Lorenzo gave Antonio a knowing look. Antonio’s shoulders dragged down. “Alright, yes. But still.”
• “I think you need to get some shut eye. All that stuff going into your head is not proper. Besides, we’ve got work.”
• “No, I’m on vacation. Two weeks.”
• Lorenzo’s nostrils flared. “Is your father even aware of this?”
• “I doubt.”
• “You are the definition of a man whore—”
• “And you aren’t?” Antonio countered.
• “I satisfy my needs. You create urges for yourself even when you don’t need to.” Lorenzo checked his watch.
• “I do not, but I’m not ready to start an argument with you.” He stretched himself out on the sofa. “I might just take you up on that sleeping offer. Can I get some milk, please?”
• Lorenzo scoffed. “I’m not your fucking mother, Goldilocks.”
• “Wrong movie.” Antonio snickered. “Goodnight Dommy bear.”
• “It’s not night, and shut up.”
• “You’re just so mean to me.” Lorenzo ignored his friend and turned off the television.
• How much of a coincidence would it be for Antonio’s ringing tone to be of the same song— one of the songs that was played while Lilac danced for him?
• The chances were small, but never zero. And Lorenzo who had finally been able to get the girl out of his mind could not help it as her beautiful body came to his mind again.
• “Maybe it’s just the slutty harem princess dressing that’s getting to me. That outfit.” He took in a deep breath and decided to focus on the newspaper.
• “Fucking hell! Talk about the universe being against you!” He gritted his teeth and threw the newspaper away.
• Lorenzo had seen an advertisement for the Piccolo Mono Disco and the three of the Arabian themed dancing princesses were there. Lilac included, as she posed in the middle with the most sultry expression anyone could give with a mask on. So sultry that it affected Lorenzo in a most uncomfortable way.
• His erection tugged against his pants and he felt grateful that Antonio had fallen asleep a while ago.
• -
• “James! James!” Lorenzo hollered and reclined into the recliner. He had just come out from a cold shower.
• His butler appeared and greeted him.
• “Get me my Devil’s Springs. Two bottles.” Lorenzo said, unflinching. Lorenzo’s phone starts to ring and he picks up the call.
• “What is it, Mr Stan?” His voice sounded gruff.
• “You met my secretary, please talk to her. I’m away and I cannot handle official duties from where I am now.” And with that, he cut the call.
• “Sir.” James’s says cautiously.
• “What? Why are you still here? I sent you off with what I wanted to have.”
• “I beg your pardon sir, but it does not seem like a good idea for you to consume those drinks. The alcohol level is high.”
• “Exactly why I asked you to get them for me. Don’t try to be my mother.”
• “But sir—” James tried.
• “I don’t want to hear about any of that. Unless you feel that I’m not paying you enough to do your job. You want another job, maybe?” Lorenzo glared at him.
• James shook his head, intimidated before he bowed and walked to the bar, returning later with the drinks that Lorenzo had asked for and a shots glass.
• -
• “Fetch me— my phone James.” Lorenzo stumbled over his words as he stretched his hand out.
• “Sir, you do not look like you’re in a good state to do anything.” James’s voice was sturdy.
• “James. I will not repeat myself. I need to make some calls now.” He said, looking at James who lost his earlier composure and broke down, fetching the phone for Lorenzo.
• “Here you go, Mr Salvatore.”
• Lorenzo called a number and placed the phone on loud speaker.
• “Hi Mr Salvatore.” A slow, high pitched drawl spoke from the other side. “Do you need anything?”
• “Yes. About six of you.” Lorenzo said. “And you better hurry before I get bored and then I fall asleep.”
• “Only six of us? Have no fear, we’d be there in no time.” She said. Lorenzo cut the call and his butler could only shake his head and mutter.
• “This isn’t going to be good.”
• “Don’t sweat it, James. Come have—” A hiccup. “Come have a drink with me. Relax a little.”
• “Oh dear.” The doorbell rang and James went to go get it.
• “The girls you had asked for are all here Mr Salvatore.” And then he let all six ladies into the living space, who attacked Lorenzo’s body savagely, making him laugh in response.
• “Want something to drink, girls?” Lorenzo asked and they giggled. Turning to his butler, he said in an obnoxiously loud voice.
• “James, get something for the girls to drink too.” James bowed in response and left, and Lorenzo relaxed as he felt one of the girls go down on him and pull the waistband of his pants down.
• He sighed in relief. This would help him forget about that girl, definitely.
• Only now that he’d thought about her, he had started to imagine her go down on him in the same manner as this private whore was.