Chapter 704 The Scent of His Cologne!
Dinner was a bust, and after they ate, Lola and Johnny just shot the breeze about the kids' school stuff. Lola said a few things and then headed upstairs to the study. Johnny called after her, "Give those files a rest! You can't finish them all tonight. Take a break!"
Lola replied, "I've got court tomorrow."
Watching her go up the stairs, Johnny thought about all the years they'd been together, practically growing up side by side. Lola had two kids, but she still looked amazing. She hadn't changed a bit.
Since they got married, Johnny had never been with anyone else. But even though everything seemed fine, he felt this emptiness inside. He needed to clear his head, so he decided to go for a drive.
He grabbed the car keys, went outside, and started driving.
The summer night was cool.
He rolled down the window and just drove around with no destination in mind. About half an hour later, his phone rang. It was Jimmy.
"Why aren't you with your wife right now? How do you have time to call me?" Johnny's voice was rough but pleasant.
On the other end, Jimmy was all polite and eager. He had a project he wanted Johnny's help with, so they'd been talking a lot lately. "Mr. Flores, come hang out. We just held a party, and Gavin's here too."
Johnny was surprised. Gavin usually didn't go out much, but he was there tonight.
Johnny didn't say yes right away. Instead, he casually asked, "What about Kingsley? Is he coming?"
Jimmy's reaction was over the top. "Mr. Flores, why do you care so much about him? He's your brother-in-law, not your boyfriend, ok? Besides, Kingsley's been a homebody since he got married, always with his wife. If he comes out once in ten invites, it's a miracle. No point in mentioning him!"
Johnny chuckled at that. His laugh had a bit of bitterness and a hint of envy.
Ten minutes later, Johnny pulled up at the club and went into the private room.
Jimmy had only called close friends.
Gavin was there, and surprisingly, he had brought Molly, who sat quietly next to him, playing on her phone, not really talking to anyone. No one dared to mess with her because Gavin was super protective.
But Johnny was different. He was older than Gavin.
Johnny sat next to Gavin with a faint smile and said, "If I'd known you two were here to show off your love, I wouldn't have come. Jimmy didn't mention it."
Jimmy laughed and poured him a drink.
Gavin noticed something. Leaning back on the sofa, he smiled faintly and said, "It's still early, Mr. Flores. Have you already taken a shower? Did you come from home or a hotel?"
Johnny smirked, "Of course, from home! Your cousin keeps a tight leash on me."
Gavin wasn't buying it.
Knowing Molly would feel awkward with Johnny around, he patted her hand and said, "Alright, enough fooling around. Let's head home!"
Molly's face turned a bit red with annoyance. What did he mean by fooling around? Clearly, he wanted to come and dragged her along.
As Gavin left, he nodded to Johnny and said, "Sorry, Molly's got me on a short leash too."
Johnny chuckled, took a sip of his drink, and quipped, "Only she can handle your strictness."
Gavin shot back with a grin, "That's my charm."
After Molly left, the vibe in the room got a lot livelier. The guys started sharing some risqué gossip, which was pretty normal for their group. Even people with status acted like regular folks after a few drinks.
Johnny wasn't super into it, but he drank a lot. Mainly because Jimmy kept drinking with him, and Johnny didn't want to offend him.
Jimmy drank a lot too, holding his glass, his face flushed, and slurring, "No one leaves tonight. Only those whose wives call can go. The last man standing is the king of our crew, unafraid of their spouse."
Everyone burst into laughter, complaining about their wives.
Johnny listened quietly, hearing about others' troubles, and finally realized every marriage had its conflicts. He felt a bit more at ease and comfortable. Maybe at this age, marriage was just like this!
After half an hour, the guys started getting calls from their wives, telling them to come home. They tried to act tough at first, but got more cautious when their wives pressed them.
"It's just a drink, don't worry!"
"Yeah, I'm with friends. If you don't believe me, I'll send you a video."
"Mr. Flores is here too. What are you worried about? His wife hasn't called to check on him. You're overreacting. I'll explain later." That guy said that, but after hanging up, he apologized, "Sorry, everyone. For the sake of family peace, I gotta go! I'll take a drink as punishment and we'll meet again next time."
Amidst the laughter, one by one, they left.
In the end, only Jimmy stayed with Johnny. Jimmy's wife called too, but Jimmy was too drunk. He clung to Johnny, slurring, "Mr. Flores, I'm not leaving. I'll stay with you! For the sake of my project, I have to sacrifice myself. My wife should understand!"
Johnny patted his face and said, "Your wife is at the door! Besides, I'm not into men, especially drunk ones who are like dead pigs."
Jimmy's wife hurried in. Coming from a middle-class background, she was well-built and very level-headed. She addressed Johnny as Mr. Flores, saying, "Mr. Flores, I'm sorry about this. Jimmy's being a handful. I'll take him home and have him apologize to you tomorrow."
Johnny smiled faintly and responded, "Alright, take him home."
After greeting Johnny, she took Jimmy away.
The room fell silent. Johnny leaned back on the sofa, looking at the mess, feeling a bit dazed. Everyone's wife had called, except his. Lola gave him absolute freedom.
Johnny lightly wiped his face.
The club manager came in, seeing Johnny's state, and considerately asked, "Mr. Flores, would you like me to call someone for you?"
Hearing this, Johnny was stunned for a moment, then understood the manager's meaning. He was offering to call a girl for Johnny.
Johnny covered his eyes with his hand, his tone indifferent. "No need, just bring me two bottles of good red wine."
The manager nodded and said, "Alright! I'll have them clean up or get you a new room. This place is too messy."
Johnny agreed and moved to a clean room. He drank alone. Occasionally, he checked his phone, wondering when Lola would call. If she didn't, he thought he might just sleep here tonight. After all, she didn't care.
He would get drunk easily when he was in a bad mood. He didn't finish the two bottles of red wine before he got drunk. He half-lay on the sofa, his phone beside him, covering his eyes from the glaring light.
Late at night, a slender figure walked in.
"Mr. Flores?" The woman's voice was soft and delighted.
Due to Johnny's status, she didn't dare get too close, only half-squatting and gently calling, "Mr. Flores, why are you here? Do you need me to call someone for you?"
Who was it?
Johnny opened his eyes and saw a young face. From a strictly masculine point of view, she was beautiful, exuding a rare sense of vulnerability, reminding him of someone.
Johnny couldn't remember!
He was drunk, staring at the young woman in front of him.
The woman was Shirley Wells, a newcomer at a Seattle TV station. She was very pretty, but in the entertainment industry, just being pretty wasn't enough. One needed connections to become famous.
And Shirley thought Johnny could be her connection.
Being so late at night, a married man, slightly intoxicated, sleeping alone in a club, must be experiencing marital troubles. Thinking of this, Shirley gently introduced herself, "I work at a local TV station. We had lunch together during the last interview, where I served as the assistant host."
Even if Johnny wasn't drunk, he wouldn't remember. He reclined on the sofa, treating her like a secretary, and said, "Take me home!"
Shirley knew this was a one-time opportunity. She helped him up, supporting him downstairs and into her car. Johnny, inebriated, kept his eyes closed as she stole a glance at him.
From the bottom of her heart, even without her ulterior motives, she would be willing to have a one-night stand with someone like Johnny. He was young, handsome, and wealthy. How many women wanted to throw themselves at him?
Upon hearing Johnny softly utter an address that hinted at a suburban location, Shirley made a firm decision not to take him home. Instead, she drove him to her stylishly decorated, albeit modest apartment.
When Johnny lay on the sofa, he felt something was wrong and opened his eyes slightly.
Shirley was sitting on his waist.
Her hair reached her waist, her face was small, and her white shirt was tight around her breasts. The woman leaned close to his ear and softly called his name, "Johnny."
Johnny, half-awake and half-asleep, had eyes that turned red. How long had it been since Lola called him that?
Shirley's hot lips pressed against his ear, stirring Johnny's desire.
Even though he had done it several times in the evening, Johnny had been holding back for too long. Now, with her being so proactive, he couldn't resist. He held Shirley's waist and kissed her passionately.
Shirley, taken aback by Johnny's wild side, couldn't suppress her moans of excitement.
They frantically touched each other's bodies, trying to please each other. At the critical moment, Shirley murmured, "Mr. Flores, I've always admired you."
Mr. Flores?
Hearing this, Johnny sobered up. He looked at the disheveled woman in his arms, slowly coming to his senses.
Then he pushed her away forcefully.
Shirley fell to the ground, feeling humiliated and regretful. She was so close to succeeding.
Johnny, having been in business for many years, had seen all kinds of women. He easily guessed Shirley's intentions. Without asking much, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and said indifferently, "Sorry, I mistook you for someone else!"
As he was about to leave, Shirley chased after him, hugging him from behind. She bit her lip and said, "You want it too, don't you? Why suppress yourself?"
Johnny paused but pushed her away. "I have a wife!" With that, he called his driver to pick him up.
The driver arrived, surprised by the surroundings but didn't dare ask. Seated in the car, Johnny rested his eyes. After some time, a strong fragrance reached his nose. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, "Don't mention this to Mrs. Flores."
The driver quickly agreed.
Late at night, the black Bentley slowly drove into the villa.
Johnny got out of the car and looked up. The lights were still on in the second-floor room, indicating that Lola was still awake.
Johnny told the driver to leave and stood in the yard, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He pulled one out and lit it. He didn't know how to explain tonight's events to Lola.
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