DOMINANT INTENTIONS : CHAPTER 21 – 30
DOMINANT INTENTIONS : CHAPTER 21 – 30
MOOLAH CLUBHOUSE*
“His Majesty wants us to go to the Met Gala instead of him?” Nickolas said, seeming surprised.
“Why are you surprised? We’ve literally been going every year in his place. A king doesn’t belong there, so we do the honors” Tristan replied.
He arrived some minutes back, and right now the three brothers are together in their corner, filled with girls like the usual protocol.
Colt choose the reverse tonight cos instead of letting his slut touch him, he’s the one doing the touching, running his fingers across the skin of the escort woman on his laps.
He wasn’t even touching too much, but the slut was moaning sickeningly loud, shameless and desiring.
She almost came on his laps, and when he thinks about Hailey’s silly confession again, he caresses further.
“Mmm-hh…” The woman moaned, wanting to hold on to his hair.
“Don’t touch me” he instructed, so her hands fell on the couch, and her back arched as she expected his fingers inside her or his mouth on her breàsts, but he did none of that.
He touched her everywhere except those two places, and when she began squirming, he stopped.
“Get up, and get lost” he told her which she immediately obeyed.
A bouncer came to that angle, leaning into his ear and whispering something.
Immediately he left, Colt’s eyes darkened, and he drank a cup of alcohol in a gulp.
“What’s going on with you tonight?” Tristan asked worriedly.
“He didn’t tell you? He later got the Prime Minister’s wife number, and tell you what? She confessed her feelings for Manson in a drunk state” Nickolas said.
“What the fûck! Is Manson dead now?” Tristan laughed.
“Almost” Nickolas laughed with him.
“And what did the bouncer from earlier tell you?” Tristan asked.
“I told him to look into the thrashing issue, and he found out it was Manson who did it. The cameras captured him, and the doorman saw him too” Colt replied.
“I knew that rat would die by my fist one day. I’m gonna fuçking kill him” Tristan stood, but he immediately sat back when the female bartender appeared, bringing more drinks to their table.
Tristan’s eyes were settled on her throughout, and when she finally left, Colt smirked.
“Are you catching crap feelings?”
“He has always been staring at her like that since last year, he’s definitely bewitched” Nickolas replied.
“It’s nothing, she’s just…she’s no one” Tristan drank from his cup, and then Cecily strong Cynthia arrived.
“You both came late and it’s not funny, I’m sèx-starved” Nickolas said with a queer glare.
“Shh” Cecilia placed a finger on his lips, sitting on him.
Cynthia went to Colt, but before she could sit on him, he stood.
“I’m returning to the palace, not feeling it here tonight” he said, leaving instantly.
“The heck! Did he just ignore me? Is he a prude?” Cynthia gasped.
“Shut up, Cynthia” Tristan spoke
“Don’t gimme that, Tris. I was all ready to pleasure him but he just took off like he did in the morning!” Cynthia slammed.
“Told you he has his mind on something, and till he gets her, he won’t rest” Nickolas said.
“Her? A female?” Cynthia scoffed.
DOMINANT INTENTIONS : CHAPTER 21 – 30
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