Chapter 77 - No manners

Alexandre pushed the slender arms off his shoulders. Still, the easy gal didn't seem ready to give up. She rose up behind him, straightening her back. Underneath the fine silk fabric, her full breasts became clearly visible, while she skillfully displayed her charming femininity. She slowly strolled around the armchair. Her nude-coloured pumps clattered across the floor as she placed one long leg in front of the other. Her straight hair floated like a red veil around her curves, dancing seductively with every step. Claudio leaned back, enjoyed the show.

The girl paused for a moment in front of him. Posing in all her glory before his eyes. And then she let herself slide on his lap. As smooth as a cat, she leaned against him with that tender body of hers.

But Alec's face remained motionless. "Let go!" The words were no more than a whisper. She made his skin crawl. But the girl only pressed herself even closer against him, rubbing her butt against his crotch, and began to plant wet kisses on his neck.

He scowled. The cards in his hand began to tremble before he finally threw them on the table, just before he grabbed the girl and tried to throw her off his lap. But like a tick, she clung to him, wrapped herself around his neck. The biting sweetish smell of her perfume got into his nose. He felt like he needed to choke. He didn't like those cheap prostitutes. Why couldn't his friends invite some cultivated prostitutes. Do they always have to pick up these street girls?! He didn't want his body to suffer even more and jumped up. The redhead fell with her butt on the floor. She didn't expect he would be so rude. Somehow stupefied she looked up at him after landing on her butt. After a split-second of silence she began to sob desperately. In the room everything went into silence. All eyes were on him, which irritated him even more. Everything Alexandre wanted just a bit of peace. But...

He felt fooled. If he'd known what was going to happen at the club tonight, he would have refused the invitation.

"Why do you avoid me? Am I ugly? Why...?" Her voice sounded shrill in his ears. He looked down at her coldly. A woman without quality! He despised women like that who couldn't even read between the lines. Annoyed, he fixed his collar and closed the button she had opened.

But suddenly the girl jumped back on her feet, wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face onto his chest. Wet tears began to drench his shirt. A shiver ran down his back.

"What do you want me to do?" She cried in despair.

Alexandre steeled himself, quickly grabbed both of her arms to force her back. Shoved them off harshly. Again she landed on her bottom.

He glared at her while she sat crying on the floor. The thick layer of make up ran down her cheeks along side her crocodile tears. Alexandre looked at her in disgust. "Don't you dare to pull something like this ever again. It's disgusting! It's obvious someone like you can't get close to me."

Her face turned pale as she looked at him with fear in her eyes.

But he no longer paid attention to her at all. Instead, he looked at Claudio with a gloomy expression. "I'm leaving! If you want to spend the night at my place, follow me now!"

"Huh! Just when things were getting interesting." Claudio protested.

"Calm down! I'll get you another girl. How about Rose..." Emile intervened, but was mercilessly subdued by Alexandre.

"I'm leaving now!" He rushed out of the room.

"How annoying." Claudio stared dismissively at the girl on the floor. "Next time choose some girls with better manners. I can't stand these cheap ones. See you later!" He snorted and rushed after Alexandre. Even he was a bit annoyed at the way things were going. He had hoped to have a little fun himself tonight. But...never mind!

After Claudio left the building, he could hardly see his friend's sport car leaving the parking lot at full speed. A curse lay on the lips of the young man, while he followed the black car with his eyes. Before he also sat down in his sport car scales. The piles of sheets were still lying on his passenger seat. The important documents he was supposed to deliver personally. He hoped the trip wasn't in vain.

It was important. He knew that himself.

Claudio got into his white Audi R8 LMS and drove off.