Free Private Affair (The Private Series) by Danielle Torella Page A

everyone feels more comfortable when they text someone, especially to hook up. So why not make that a mission statement? Come in, look good, log in and text away. I have seen a lot of one nighter’s walk out of this place and a few relationships get started here.
    I was not one of those to come in looking for a relationship, no fucking way. Every night I am here I walk out with a girl or two and never call them again. Sure when they come back in, they try again, but I’m not into fucking someone twice, because too many frequent punches on the fuck card gets you in trouble … in the significant other box.
    I go into the office for a bit to take care of some orders and pay some bills. I come out and Charles already has my drink started for me. I grab it and pull my mobile out of my back pocket and waltz into the lounge. I am pretty fucking proud of the place. I took it from dart boards and wood paneling to a plush sexy get away. Deep jewel tones and luscious fabrics. No, I’m not gay, I just know what a place should look like, especially one you want to be perceived as classy and sexy.
    I take a seat in the darkened corner on a purple velvet arm chair and log in. It doesn’t take long before the women in the place start their attempts to gain my attention. One, two and before I know it I have eight private message requests and I reject each one.
    A screen name called LuckyCharm pops up into the chat room and calls me out. She gives me a hint as to which one of the many fuckable women in the room she could be. She has long red hair and is in a black strapless mini dress and stripper heels. I reply to her that I will let her know when I am ready to leave. I have the control here and she better know that. No woman has ever challenged me before, they just did what they were told, especially if they wanted to be a notch in my headboard.
    I pound back a few more glasses of whiskey and before I drink myself limp I tell her that I am ready and to meet me outside. She gets up first and she stumbles slightly and I can’t help but roll my eyes. Maybe I shouldn’t have waited so long, now I am probably looking at a sloppy fuck. Whatever. I need to get it on so maybe I can sleep.
    I make my way outside and I see her leaning against the warm brick wall of the building. It’s a pretty humid night for an August evening here. I reach down the front of myself, getting a head start so we can get this done quick. She asks if I want to go to her place and I tell her no. Just a flat no, I don’t need to explain myself. She understands the arrangement and I lead her to the ally between the bar and the business next door, which closed hours ago. She follows me until we are nearly at the back of Chatz and she starts to lift her dress, a little eager.
    “Let’s see if you live up to that screen name of yours,” She sings.
    Like I haven’t heard that countless times with countless women. I just give her my signature smirk and I can practically see her get wet. “Turn around.”
    She starts to reach for my fly first but I grab her wrist. I am not in the mood for this shit, so I just spin her around and she giggles, figures she likes it rough. Don’t the Americans here say that red heads are crazy? I think they are onto something.
    I undo the button on my pants and drop them just to my knees. I pull myself out and give it a little hand attention, considering I have had quite a bit to drink, but not drunk enough to forget a condom, so I slip one on. When I hear her start to moan from the anticipation I yank her dress up the rest of the way and slam into her and she screams out and I tell her to be quiet. I am in and out only a few thrusts and she is clawing at the brick in her own climax and I let go just after. I pull out right away and tuck everything away. I look to her and she is pulling her dress back down and she has a smile on her face, but it looks nearly forced. I could usually care less, but most women are all too eager to tell me