Servers
The club was everything Zorah thought it would be. Bright flashing lights, loud thumping music, people en masse on the dance floor and the smell of sweat and alcohol burning her nose.
Icaro took her by the hand and dragged her through the throng of people up a flight of stairs. “VIP!” he yelled over the music.
“Zorah, this is crazy!” Sidonia was gleefully clapping her hands to the music. “I never dreamed I’d be in such a place!”
Zorah couldn’t help but smile at her best friend who was bouncing her head out of rhythm with the music. Keturah pulled Sidonia excitedly to meet someone at the top of the stairs, but Icaro held Zorah’s hand in his tightly.
The noise was less as they reached the private balcony area of the club and Icaro turned to face her and asked her what she would like to drink.
“Apart from wine, I’ve never had a drink,” she admitted.
“Do you like fruit juice or soda better?”
“I think fruit juice.”
He waved to a server who was wearing a tiny black crop top and a skirt which barely covered her bottom. He met the woman halfway and ordered drinks for him and for Zorah, but Zorah was surprised at how close the server was. She knew it was loud in the club and she needed to stand close to hear but the woman was almost rubbing her chest against Icaro’s arm.
She felt Vodingo tug at her cheek. She smacked at him, “What are you doing?”
“Do not kill the server. Your face is murderous. Flirting is part of their job, and she will do the same moves to every single man in this club tonight to try to make tips.”
“She has her boobs on my husband.” She watched as Icaro pulled his arm back and said something to the woman to make her pale.
“Icaro would like you being jealous, but I promise you he hasn’t even noticed her chest because he has eyes only for his wife.”
She gave Vodingo a scowl and he laughed. She realized she hadn’t spent much time around him at all since they’d met.
“You two are close,” she waved at Icaro and then back to Vodingo.
“Yes.”
“In all the years he was whoring himself around, it never dawned on you to tell him to stop or were you just as content to screw everything you could as well.”
“Ouch, Zorah!” Vodingo put his hand over his heart. “You go right there, huh.”
“Why not? You’re with my best friend. She is my world. I love her more than any family member. If you hurt her, I would end your life without a second thought. Tell me why you think you deserve to have someone as sweet, loyal, and loving as her, when you put your cock in as many women as my husband did?” She was proud of her boldness.
Vodingo pulled his head back in surprise and then a smile pulled his lips. “My Sidonia is blessed to have you to protect her, Zorah. I was a fool. I was worried for many years I would never find her, and I got caught up in thinking since my heart wasn’t involved it didn’t matter. I am thirty-five years old, and I have met thousands of people all over the world and none of them ever made my heart sing until now. Many of the men in our generation haven’t found their ones yet. On the plane today, Dagoberto suggested it might be divine intervention again. Since Icaro, who will someday lead this family, hadn’t found his, the rest needed to wait our turn. He thinks the rest of our cousins and brothers will find their matches in the coming weeks. We can only pray they are as forgiving as you and Sidonia.”
“If you break her heart,” she let the warning trail.
“I believe you, but the warnings are unnecessary. I love her. Very much.”
“Fine.” She shot a look at the server who was making rounds in the room collecting drink orders. “Did either of you ever sleep with her?”
“Nope!” he held his hand up defensively. “I did not. Icaro did not. We specifically told the Walrus to make sure nobody in our booths would upset our wives.”
“What are you two talking about over here?”
“Zorah being jealous of the server. She was rubbing her tits on your arm.” Vodingo chided Icaro.
“Ah, I told her if she didn’t back the fuck off, this would be the last night she breathed. Walrus already once warned her to not get too close to the men up here tonight and she is off to a bad start.”
“Icaro!” a woman’s voice called out loudly. “I thought that was you coming into the club! Darling how are you?” the woman reached for him, and he pulled his arm back and shot an apologetic look at Zorah.
“And they’re coming out of the woodwork already,” Zorah grumbled and ducked away from his grasp and made her way towards Keturah and Sidonia and two other women. “Will this be my life from now until the day I die? Women who have blown my husband running up to him in public places?”
“I sure hope not.” Keturah patted her arm. “Why don’t we go down to the dance floor and dance? Give him a taste of his own medicine.”
“I don’t know how to dance,” Zorah argued. “He was supposed to teach me.”
“There are a hundred men on the floor downstairs. I will start your lessons, and they can pick them up,” Keturah giggled and dragged the two women away as another woman came up to the balcony this time screaming Vodingo’s name.
“Son of a bitch!” Sidonia cursed loudly as Vodingo ducked away from the woman and moved to get close to her. She ran her finger along her neck as if she was slicing it and then stomped down the stairs.
Keturah laughed loudly and Zorah simply shrugged at the crestfallen expression on Vodingo’s face. It was far easier to pretend the past didn’t matter when it wasn’t being flaunted but when women with the bodies of supermodels were screaming for your husband’s attention, it made the past feel too much like the present. Zorah knew exactly how Sidonia was feeling.
“Let’s go dance.”
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