Chapitre 4: Small Victories

Zoe, she is like the song to a thousand melodies as I repeat the beauty of her name over in endless circles of my tortured mind. I have not seen the beauty that captivates my soul for what shall now be the third night in a row. The irises of my now bleeding eyes have scanned the floor endlessly for her return, yet she has made no appearance. This settles a rather deep worry in my heart, have I scared the fragile delicate angel that she is away?

This shall be one of the many things that Foster Rosario is so known for, I cannot and have never been able to keep the same woman on my arm for much longer than a week at the most. It is not that I have never desired such a thing, I am simply not capable of commitment in any way or form. Now give me the power of the most feared man in this state and beyond, then I gladly show you my commitment beyond compare. Place a beauty on my arm and tell me to desire the one thing I do not know how to have, then I fail rather spectacularly.

Though, if I do reflect back to our last encounter, she did truly tell me which way from the bus I should find myself leaving from. But if I had offended her completely in such a manner, why would she have given me her name. Then also, how would I know for sure that it is indeed her real name as she said?

But all I can say with much certainty is that I have not been able to control my emotions, let alone my business. I have neglected to stay focus long enough to do the simplest of tasks. My attention is required as a matter of point at all times, if I should ever let my eye wander or my finger slip, it can possibly mean the end of me and the empire that I run. Now empire is putting what Foster Rosario does as a sugar-coated word on top of something that can easily scorch your tongue should you do desire to speak of it.

So it is with great sadness that I now take my eyes from the dance floor and turn my attention to Ethan, which is now about to make a rather annoyingly yet true observation, "My dear friend, I do not think she is going to come tonight either."

"Well, thank you for stating the obvious, but I do wish that she can prove both of us wrong."

He hands me a whiskey and shifts closer to me not for the rest of the ears to drop in for a listen, "We need to discuss what we are going to do with Caine contract."

As I take a deep sip of the cold whiskey from the chilled glass, I thorough my brows and pinch the bridge of my nose as the mere thought of the consequences of this action settle in my mind. "You do know this will start a whole new world of problems. Are you really ready to take this on?"

Mason scans the crowd surrounding us, being rather cautious that our words are not heard, then he continues, "I am advising you, I do agree with you where we will stand, or let me rather rephrase, there will be a big ripple in the pond should we go with what seems to be the only resolution to this."

I only bud nod my head, he does speak the valid truth and even though I do wish to make my authority known, there are some wars you just don't choose to fight.

And as these thoughts run through both our minds, some of the rest of our group as friends arrive as per as usual. Instantly the group of strangers made their way to the other side of the section as we have now once again taken control. This is what Foster Rosario loves, you catch a glimpse of a man that works for me or is seen as a friend, and you will look the other way. For me, the presence of others around me only become bothersome when I find myself highly furious and in the need of much desire privacy, which I can say does not happen very often.

So as I listen to the chatter of Brody, the one that is far more popular amongst the ladies, I cannot help but chuckle. Yes, I still do that ungodly thing, and every time I do I swim in warm thoughts of Zoe. The smell of her soft skin attacks my memories for a glimpse of what I felt when she made me feel that every emotion, that very thing that causes such a silly laugh to come rumbling from the depths of your chest.

And I can in all honesty say the words that flow from this man's mouth does sometimes put me to shame. At the very moment, he is describing the ass of a brunette that is slowly swaying her hips to a torturing sway from side to side, dropping her body to the floor with every breath she takes. His words only but gets no rise from me, yet I do listen, "Foster, imagine a peach just before it becomes ripe, imagine the tightness and yet the smoothness. It slips elegantly over your hand and you so wish that it was ready that you could sink your teeth into it."

"My god, Brody, fuck you will give any man a hard-on with that. Where is this girl with an ass that has you using such elegant words?"

I see him point over Ethan's head to a brunette that is swaying one fucking gorgeous body in the middle of the crowd. And damn, the man is right, that ass deserves to be called a peach, a peach…" I turn back to Brody and give him one rather hard slap against the head. "You fucking idiot, that is my girl."

"Shit sorry Foster, must I go call her for you?"

"Nah, I think I will surprise her."

With one confident smile on a face that can barely hold it, I make my way downstairs into the crowd. Now, this is becoming a regular thing for Foster Rosario, what else is becoming regular is the thing my heart does whenever I see her. I love the rush of the tingles of pleasure that my eyes bring whenever I lay them on her.

And god, laying them on her now is earning me a rather aching bulge in my pants which I have no desire to even hide at the present moment. Now, this is done for only two reasons, first the obvious of just seeing her, the second being that whatever it is that she is wearing, is sending my heart racing in only but one way. I believe they call it hotpants, well, believe me, they are hot, they are on fucking fire. Though let us not forget the tiny crop-top that she is wearing, giving my eyes the full view of that toned stomach that is only but glowing in the bright lights that cast down onto her.

This girl is mine.

So not having to wait one more second being apart from her, I stride my way over to her nonchalantly. She cannot see my desperation even though it has been eating me up for two full days now. I think I would have simply died if I had to spend another night without her in my sight.

Then with absolute raw desire, I slip my body behind that peachy ass and grab tightly onto that toned stomach until every inch of my body melts into her. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans her head back and catches a hint of my cologne, she eases into me. But I am as always sadly mistaken, for the minute the music stops, she turns around and snaps at me.

"Well Mr. Rosario, I see you are about to come to throw yourself at me again."

"I have not even started yet princess."

"I do believe I told you that my name is Zoe."

"Still makes you my princess, now will you and your friend care to join us upstairs."

I watch as very eager eyes glow in her friend's face, and I can with certainty say that tonight is the night that she will come.

"This is my friend, Mia, and I am sure that she would find sitting with you and your friends rather appalling."

But much to her own disgust her friend speaks up before she can object, "Yes, I would love to. Now Zoe can stay down here if she likes."

There is a little flip in my heart as I can see the possibility growing much closer now, and just as I am about to try to convince her, she speaks, "Well, I am not leaving Mia between those vultures."

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