Delicious Jerk
**Rachel**
I felt disoriented, dizzy, and light-headed, unable to comprehend or explain everything that was happening to me. However, I was fine! I looked around the nightclub, crowded with beautiful people, the kind I liked to be around, all exuding wealth even through the pores of their well-cared-for skin. Although I identified with them, unfortunately, I no longer belonged to the exclusive group of millionaires.
Despite all my efforts and struggles to try to belong to that group again, my plans were constantly thwarted, and once again, the blame fell on Sarah, that fake. I ordered another drink, paying with the card that Lorenzo, the idiot, gave me to shop for his apartment, but I was using it to finance my drunkenness with him. Essentially, that's what I was doing.
I know that getting wasted doesn't solve any of my problems. The last time I did this, it only brought more complications into my life! However, sometimes escaping reality for a while was better than going to therapy, considering the cost and time involved. Tomorrow, I would wake up with a hangover, that's true, but for now, I was having a great time. I always had Sarah to lean on, to clean up my mess, which was fair, considering the only and exclusive reason I'm not wearing a diamond ring right now is because of her.
My thoughts led me to the romantic dinner I had prepared for Lorenzo that night and how I had adorned myself with all the necessary tricks to win over the millionaire pilot once and for all.
I had envisioned a pleasant atmosphere where we would have dinner by candlelight, followed by a few glasses of his family's special wine, and then we would go to bed, where I would please him in such a way that he would be completely captivated by me. Everything was perfectly planned in my mind, but the reality was quite different. When Lorenzo realized that I was waiting for him with a romantic dinner, he was uncomfortable and barely touched the food I had specially prepared for us, drinking wine as if it were water.
That situation made it clear to me that he was not at all enjoying my surprise, but still, I continued to make an effort to please him. However, the total disaster happened when I tried to kiss him.
"I can't... I'm sorry, Rachel... but I... I can't," he said, pushing me away from his body before I could kiss him as I had intended to.
"Are you kidding me, Lorenzo?"
I lost all patience at that moment, and considering it was minimal to begin with, I had managed to hold back for too long.
"I feel nothing for you, Rachel," he said, leaving me incredulous. "At first, right when we met, I felt a slight attraction, and you were always there... always available for whatever I wanted, and that made me believe that maybe you were the right girl... but now I'm certain that you're not."
"I gave you the time you asked for, we've been sleeping in separate rooms since we traveled to that godforsaken place, and now you're telling me you don't want me?"
I couldn't hold back any longer and pretend I was a fool who would wait for the goodwill of that arrogant self-proclaimed "nice guy."
"After I met Sarah, I concluded that she's like a version of you, but an improved version, more gentle, sweeter, more..."
"More of an idiot, is that what you mean?" I interrupted, feeling fed up with this senseless conversation. "You know what, Lorenzo? Screw this! I'm done!"
I was tired of pretending to be a good, sweet girl and all the nonsense I thought that jerk would appreciate in a woman, but none of it yielded the expected results, so I wouldn't pretend anything anymore.
"Tomorrow, I'll send you the address of where you should send my things," I warned.
I headed to the guest room just to grab my handbag. When I spotted Lorenzo's card on the bedside table, I decided to take it with me. Maybe it could do something to improve my mood, which was terrible.
One thing was certain: I wouldn't stay home crying over a man. I was sad and devastated, but only because I had missed the chance to snag a rich husband, whom I believed would be easily manipulated. It seemed I was completely mistaken, as I couldn't even get him into bed, which would have allowed me to use the pregnancy trick, a trick as old as time.
Still indignant, even after several drinks, I decided to call Sarah to tell her a few home truths, about the idiot who couldn't even take advantage of the men who fell at her feet. I did exactly that and poured out a series of words I had been wanting to say. After all, if I couldn't seduce Lorenzo and that arrogant Kael, it was all her fault!
After saying everything I wanted, I hung up on her and went back to my drink, emptying the glass in one go, feeling liberated. I wanted to dance, kiss some handsome man, and enjoy a night of passion, putting into practice everything I had learned about how to ensnare a man with foolproof sexual techniques.
But at the height of my enjoyment with the man I was dancing with, I was confused to see Sarah appear at the nightclub I was in. She was accompanied by her boyfriend, the jerk, the obnoxious and detestable Enrico Bianchi. None of it made sense to me. Soon after, Sarah was trying to convince me to leave and end all my joy, something I had no intention of doing.
I took the opportunity to tell a few more truths to my sister's face, and she looked at me as if horrified. Always so composed! But she no longer fooled me.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Rachel," Sarah said, pretending to be clueless.
"Let's talk somewhere else, Rachel!" Enrico's voice sounded authoritative.
That didn't make any sense to me because Enrico is Sarah's boyfriend and shouldn't be talking to me as if he owned me. I also wasn't willing to continue that boring conversation, so I just turned my back on the couple and looked for the wonderful man I had been dancing with until they arrived. The guy had disappeared, which was a shame because he was a fine specimen of a man.
"Come on, Rachel!" he insisted once again.
"I'm not going, and that's final," I stubbornly replied. "The party is fantastic!"
I continued to dance, even though my date for the night had disappeared, probably because of the scene that ridiculous guy was making in the middle of the dance floor.
"You're leaving with me now, Rachel!" he shouted, trying to be heard over the music. "You're in no condition to stay here, accept it."
At that moment, in a completely crazy way, I realized that Sarah was talking to a man, and that man was none other than Kael Graham, which was insane. I turned my attention back to Enrico, but his face seemed to be clouded by a fog.
"You're mistaken... I'm going to kiss a lot tonight," I said carelessly.
"So, is that the problem?" Enrico asked.
"Of course! I'm only leaving here with one of these hot guys they have here," I said, looking at the beautiful male specimens, most of them exuding wealth and power, my preferred type.
"Then your problem is solved!"
I didn't immediately understand what Enrico was referring to until he grabbed me, assaulting my mouth with an urgent and outrageously sensual kiss that left me weak in the knees as soon as I felt the contact of his lips on mine, his tongue invading my mouth obscenely and deliciously.
Enrico managed to shake me to my core, and even the alcohol-induced stupor I had been feeling earlier seemed to have evaporated. All I desired now was more and more of that maddening kiss.
"I guarantee I can do even better; I just need some privacy..." he whispered in my ear as he pulled his mouth away from mine, leaving me completely shivering.
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