radicalducati BROTHERLY CHAT
BROTHERLY CHAT
“I wonder how long I have been sleeping?” Her gaze went to the wall clock. 5pm! Already? Then suddenly as if she was struck by lightning, she felt herself wet. That's when it hit her about the reason she woke up from the dream, the excitement and sweetness of her body almost paralyzed her. Angela stroked her lips in memory of his taste on them then touched her tender breast feeling him over her whole body. “I never imagined I would long for a man this way”. She smiled and pulled the duvet off. Getting out of the bed, she realized her body is no longer aching although still sensitive, she walked into the shower to freshen up.
After the shower, Angela dried off and put on a bathroom robe, her gaze went to the wall clock. It was 6pm and not sure she will be able to leave the room, if I bump into Damon I can't face him, I will be too shy to stand it. She slapped her forehead and sighed. "Maybe, I should stop thinking so much about it and let it be a dream that it was, the lady in the dream maybe me but not exactly me, I would never do that in reality, I am not that crazy, I was behaving like some crazy nymphomaniac, though it was Damon but still it feels strange, I was out of character”. She sighed.
****
Antonio sat on a vip couch in the club, a drink in one hand and a woman on the other giggling into his ear. Another was kneeling in front of him sucking him off. He wasn't paying much attention to the women, or to the drink. He was lost in thought, his mind churning over the events that happened between him and Angela. He had seen the way Angela always reacts to Damon and it made him angry. And yet, Antonio couldn't deny the spark of jealousy that had flared up inside him. He hated that he felt this way, but he couldn't shake the feeling, his grip tightened around the stem of the wine glass, his knuckles turning white.
The laughter of the women around him faded into the background as he heard the familiar voice of his brother behind him. "Hey, Antonio," Damon said, his tone casual, his gaze went to the empty bottles on the table in front of Antonio and the white substance on a paper. The two blondes with Antonio had stains of that powder on their nose and mouth. Antonio turned to face him, his expression guarded. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice cool.
Damon smiled, unperturbed by his brother's hostility. "I just wanted to talk," he said politely, taking a seat at the bar, his gaze went to the woman busy with Antonio's cock and shrugged. Antonio scoffed, taking a sip of his drink. “Not interested?" he asked, not even trying to hide his irritation, the one woman sitting beside him stood up and staggered away. “Can you just listen to me?" Damon said, his voice taking on a note of urgency. "We need to talk about Angela."
Antonio stiffened, his jaw clenching. His grip on the glass tightened further, and he felt the fragile stem begin to crack under his fingers. He knew that he had to maintain his composure, but he was finding it increasingly difficult. He drank the remaining fluid from the glass, his hand trembling slightly. "What about her?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous.
Damon cleared his throat, his expression serious. He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether or not to continue. But then he seemed to make up his mind. “You know that she likes me right?” Damon stated boldly. Antonio smirked. “And?”
"I want to know, do you have feelings for her? Be clear about your relationship with her," he said, his words coming out in a rush. Antonio's grip on the glass loosened, and it slipped from his fingers and shattered on the floor. He stared at the shards of glass and felt a rush of anger, but he tried to keep his composure, he grinned up at him. "You of all people should know me better than that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “She is not my type."
Damon was silent for a moment, and then he took a step closer to Antonio. “Well it's just that, you never toyed with a woman that is not naturally a blonde..blue eyes and you know Diana..” Antonio stabbed him with his eyes. “Okay… I went far, anyway I can make a move and ask her to date me in a proper way?..Maybe marry her too after you know the contract is over" he asked, his voice soft but insistent.
Antonio finally turned to face him, his piercing green eyes glared at him in silence, their eyes fixed on each other, then he burst into mocking laughter. “What are you up to?”
“I just told you, I want a relationship with Angela, I am in love with her so you know you don't have feelings for her, right? Or Do you?”
Antonio's face blanked out, his red eyes stabbed Damon's, he gripped on his collar tightly. “If I were you, I'd watch that slutty mouth of yours or I'd put my dick in and shut it up”. Damon pulled Antonio's strong hand off his neck and chuckled nervously. “That's rude, little brother”.
He stood up from his seat and tucked his hands into his pockets. He hesitated for a moment, as if trying to choose his words carefully before continuing. “I will take that answer as a yes…You see I have fallen for her as well so don't come in between us, that's all I have to say”.
Damon concluded and walked out of the clubhouse. Antonio felt a knot in his stomach, and he knew he had to maintain his cool. As soon as Damon was out the door, he smashed a bottle on the wall, almost hitting a waiter. The girl kneeling in front of him, gagged scared to death. Silence dawned in the room and gasps filled the air.