❝Lord help anyone who stands in my way... for I am not merciful, and I am not kind, and I am not afraid to make you wish that I was.
The music was booming around and the club was as packed as expected at 1am on a Friday night. Mark was sitting in the VIP balcony with the guards by the stairs to keep drunk people from trying to sneak up and hookup in the darkness. He was smoking the dozenth cigarette of the night while a girl was on her knees in front of him, pleasuring him without much of his notice but a hand in her hair to show her as not to stop.
His pale blue eyes had been roaming earlier, looking at faces before stopping on the petite with a sloppy but what seemed to be not very experienced mouth on him and he had decided that he wouldn’t see any other to interest him... right up until she had undid his fly and a group of women had walked in through the doors, lit up in neon lights falling from the ceiling.
Pushing the girl’s face lower so that he can release the building tension he closed his eyes for a few seconds, holding her close before letting her dive up for air, coughing.
“Thank you, love. You can keep ordering for free until the end of the night“ he smiled a cold smile at her before grabbing a tissue from the low table to get cleaned up and tucking himself in. He ignored her protest and the way her hands sneaked up his body as if to beg for more, motioning for Bill the bodyguard to take her down from the balcony. He rose up to let his eyes wander the group, wondering with very little interest if they were a wild group out for a bachelorette. He lit up another cigarette and leaned at the railing.