Simula

I have power in my hands; I can have anything I want in just a snap of my fingers.

People can't control me; I was born to control people. No one can stop what I want, because if I want it, I get it.

And I am ruthless. I'm aware of it and I know that I am selfish, and no one can stop what I want to do in my life.

I look around the place and play with the lighter that I am holding. This place is my playground. I used to play with women, and when I am done with them, I won't hesitate to replace them. I will do what I want; I'll pay for them in exchange of their agreement with me using them. 

"Sir, may I take your order?" A petite girl happens to appear in front of me with an aloof smile on her face. She put the menu for alcohol drinks a top of my table while I observed her. 

A woman who looks plain and boring; she's definitely not my type. But whatever, she's still someone I can use as a new toy for tonight. Might she obey and entertain me, there won't be any problems between us. 

"Take off your top." My eyes continued to wander while staring at her. I made sure to watch the reaction on her face while lazily waiting for her response. As my eyes landed at her eyes, I could see the shock written on her face before it gradually turned into nervousness. 

After a while, she hesitantly made her way towards me while I sipped a drink on my alcohol drink. She's making me wait, why is she taking so long just to get closer?

My forehead was creased in a thin line as soon as the distance between us closed. I wouldn't want to waste my time in here while waiting for this shitty woman if she can't even follow simple orders.

 "What did you say?" she asked, staring straight into my eyes. There was a hint of confusion in her face but I just took a deep breath and tried to calm my fucking ass. 

Aren't my words clear? 

I raised one of my eyebrows and clenched my jaw. "I said strip right now!" I exclaimed and threw the menu at her. Once she heard my commanding voice, she nervously swayed her hips at the sound of the music although the look on her face was full of fear and hesitation. 

This is irritating. She looks like a statue, one that doesn't look attractive at all.

"Get out of my sight! You're sickening," I coldly stated. I didn't even bother to look at the reaction on her face as she made her way out of my sight. She doesn't even know how to obey a customer's demand, how annoying. 

When my eyes switched to the alcohol on my table, I poured another glass and had another drink. The taste of the vodka sipping through my mouth and into my throat burned me for a moment before my eyes turned to look at the stage. 

My body was now on heat. I need to release this somehow. 

When my eyes landed at the person dancing at the very middle of the stage, my jaw almost dropped. I saw a woman who had a pair of deep black eyes. She was swaying to the sound of the music with a mix of elegance and boldness; something that was unusual, alluring. 

The way she touched her porcelain-like skin, biting her red luscious lips, her brownish wavy hair oscillating side by side, a smirked drew on my lips. She then makes eye contact with me and licked her bottom lip. Damn, this woman is hot. 

I want her. 

The warmth forming onto the pit of my stomach rushed towards my head. I want her. I want to taste her. 

I stood up from my seat with a bottle on my hand. The bulge in between my legs felt tingling. I need her right now. 

Her white complexion complimenting her fitted outfit, I bit my lip. How would she scream and moan when I claim her over and over? 

The sound coming from the music background seemed to fade away as I get closer to her direction and just when I was inches away from the stage, I intentionally grabbed her smooth long leg. 

I want this toy to play with me. 

As soon as my hands landed at her foreleg, the woman stepped backward and seductively made her way towards the backstage leaving me behind. 

What the fuck? 

Another woman emerged out from the other side of the room however; it was not the same as her. 

My hand turned into a fist. I want her bad; I will get what I want.

"Where is your manager?" I shouted atop of my lungs.