C2 Last night

4That night was insane and I did not think it was going to end the way it did. Normally, when I meet with a girl and bring her to my place the next morning I forget about her instantly. This was actually the first girl that got stuck on my mind. I meet lots of pretty girls, her prettiness didn’t concern me but her personality. May be, yes her pretty looks had something to do with it but that didn’t intrigue me as much.

I stretched my hand over to the other side of the bed to snuggle her close to me. Instead my hand fell on a vacated pillow. I opened my eyes to look around to see if she went to the bathroom or was just standing by the window looking at the sunrise. Yah, I made sure my apartment had a good view of the city and beautiful sunrise. She wasn’t there, on her place instead there was a note scribed roughly and curtly.

“I let myself out. Don’t look around for me.” How did she know I’ll look around for her? I didn’t know. I didn’t even know her name.

Well, it’s not like she didn’t tell me her name, she did. I just never care about remembering their names since by morning I’ll be on my way and they’ll be on theirs. Except she wasn’t like those other girls. And by every second that passed by made her more and more different from those other girls.

When you are good looking like I do, not that I’m bragging; I’m just saying. And when you have a bunch of bills in your wallet, a good car and a good apartment, girls tend to want to stick around. Except for her. I couldn’t believe she just up and left like that.

I was always the one leaving girls in bed or trying to get them out of the bed, not the other way around. All this was very strange to me, and it tapped on my insecure part a little. Did she think I was shallow or did she just think wasn’t that good? I had to ask myself that. I never found myself questioning my skills before until now. And that was surprising coming from a guy who sleeps with different girls every other night.

I had to stop thinking about her though because I never do attachments. I did and went on with my day. I got ready for work which was a company in the middle of the city and I knew if kept lying there I was going to be late with all the traffic. I was working for this big real estate company which had project all over the city. It was worth about a hundred and something million dollars and I was their best agent. I never got a project that got me down, I guess I can say I’m good at my job. But let leave that behind, yes I was good at my job and I made good money from it but I wanted more, to be the branch manager or help my brother manage our bar.

It is unusual that I stopped drinking but I always liked to see how others enjoy to have a drink and take away their worries. My drug was sex and I wanted a lot of it. I never wanted love, just straight sex and that’s it. That’s why I never ask their names twice or their phone numbers, especially their phone numbers.

So, anyways, since I couldn’t work and manage the bar at the same time I partnered with my brother/best friend, Rad. His name is actually Gerard but he prefers to be called Rad. We lived in foster home together, and we became brothers the moment we met. I know he is my foster brother but I preferred to call him my best friend, because that is what he is to me. And he was the only other person apart from myself that I trusted or loved. Our foster parents were just drunk fucked up old people who preferred to make us their drug runners. I’ve been through a lot with that guy. He knows I can do a lot for him and he can do just as much for me.

When I arrived at work was all the same, trying to find new clients and get the best negotiations for the company. My job was the same routine that I could do in my sleep. It was just too easy for me. Until sometimes when you get one of those snobby rich people who think the world should bend when they walk. Those times I hate working.

After work I drop by the bar to meet with Rad and check the progress of the business. That is only partly true, yes the bar was doing great. It has been doing great for years now, it stopped needing my funding a while ago now it was making actual profit. And in a few years we will be counting our first million in the bank account of our business.

The bar was slightly away from the city, on the edge between the middle of the city and out to the suburbs. It was like the bridge between two parts of the city. People from two different parts of the city meeting to have some fun on a Friday night or weekend.

The other reason why I always go to the bar was that it was the best place to pick my favorite girls. And lately that has been the only reason I always go there. Rad didn’t need my help to run it anymore, he could do everything by himself now. Besides he had couple workers and an assistant. His assistant was this cute country girl and if it weren’t for Rad who warned me very clearly not to touch her, I definitely would’ve caught her in my trap a long time ago.

To tell the truth I think he is into her he just didn’t know how to tell her. You see I’m good with women but Rad sucks at it and I always tease him with that. But then again he always refused my help to connect him with girls, so I leave him alone until the day he decides to change his mind.

I was at the bar drinking my juice cocktail. I haven’t tried a drop of alcohol in seventeen years, this was my special drink that Kate makes only for me, Rad’s assistant. I was looking around for my victim of the night to bring to my place and have a little fun. Don’t get me wrong I’ll never take any girl against her own will. I’ll never do that, ever. I meant one of those girls who liked to get laid with a handsome guy on a one night stand. Without all the promises of forever or relationship or anything related to that.