Monza (Formula Men)

Chapter 6

Sei

I was so shaken with anger I didn't know what to do. Not trusting myself to be around people or to even go behind the wheel of my car, I found myself staying put in the garden, sitting below the tree as my mind flashed back to our encounter minutes ago, still viciously reeling from her explosive baby revelation.

She was with child...

All along, she had been carrying another man's child while she was giving herself to me. She had most likely been oblivious to the fact, but the moment her pregnancy was confirmed, she immediately took action. No wonder she had to cut me out of her life as harshly as she had. What else could she do? Still, she could have done it without leaving me in such a bewildered state.

I had channeled all of my hatred into wanting to hurt her, yet seeing that it would also affect an innocent party had made me think twice. Accepting defeat wasn't necessarily my strongest suit; in this case, though, I just might have to.

Nothing was to be done on that front.

Backing down wasn't my forte, but for tonight, I only wanted to erase the memory of her confession from my mind. Even if for just a few hours, the necessity to simply get lost in sexual pleasure was severe.

I sought solace in a different sense. The infuriating need to be validated as a man was imperative more than ever. Therefore, I drove myself to visit one of my favorite haunts—a member's only gentleman's club that was known for its grand debauchery.

Blondes. I desperately needed to surround myself with fair haired women, no brunettes in sight.

Intoxicated and playfully aroused, I went with my usual women: Stasia, Cara, and Tori. All three had different hues of blue eyes, pouty lips, and endless legs. They brought me into the room exclusively designed in black and Roman red. Stasia, the bossy one, gingerly led me towards the red, circular day cushion, pushing me hard and enabling me to fall backwards. Cara and Tori devilishly grinned before they came to join me, stripping me of my clothing, piece by piece.

"Stasia, per favore, dance for me," I commanded as I felt a hand take hold of my cock, feverishly stroking it.

"Anything for you, Luca." Stasia winked at me then reached for the remote to play some seductive music to sway her delectable body to.

One diligently catered to my length while the other busied herself with toying, licking, and nipping my balls. And the prettiest one out of the three was giving me a striptease, frolicking about the metal pole, all for my enjoyment.

This was what I needed to regain my composure. It was a necessary process to make me feel alive, because what had happened tonight had truly fucked me inside out. All of my escalating emotions had taken a nosedive the moment her secret had been revealed, leaving me in despair.

Could I move past this? I had never been rejected in such a fashion that my pride and ego couldn't easily recover from. It felt invasive, personal, and for the very first time in my life, the thought of tomorrow brought nothing except anguish.

In my normal state of mind, I would usually choose Stasia or Cara to fuck in order to finish off the sexual festivities. Tonight, however, I had a hard time wanting to fuck anyone. I was rock solid hard, but for some inane reason, the blasted tool didn't want to be in any woman's pussy. Well, all but one, one who was spoken for, the forbidden woman my heart belonged to.

My heart...

The trail of my thoughts left me staggering. Wait—I loved her? Did I? It was the only explanation, or I wouldn't be so distraught about the whole fiasco that was my non-existent love life.