Ava was so worried about Derek.
I know you're gonna say, where on earth is Derek? Well, we'll find out soon enough.
The weather was hot as hell, Derek called a cab to take him to his usual place, his favorite spot.
The driver looked at Derek first, he is dressed like a king and yet wants to go to a place of low life, his robe is unique, very expensive, and one of a kind. The driver wanted the robe for himself when his mouth was drooling.
"Hey, start the car now?" Derek ordered, snapping his fingers, which brought the driver back to his senses. The driver put his hands on the steering wheel.
"Oh yes. I will." He fired up the car engine.
The driver stopped the car at a bus stop. Derek looked out the window, shocked he wasn't in his favorite spot.
"Where are we?" asked Derek as he turned the driver. The driver pulled a gun from his pocket.
"I urge you to get out everything you have on you immediately. Otherwise, I'll shoot your head off.” The driver said and pointed the gun at Derek's forehead.
Derek gave a short laugh. He wasn't laughing at the handgun pointed at his head, but at the man, the driver. "He's brave enough to threaten me!" Derek spat. He has promised himself that he will not show his martial arts in front of people, especially for unnecessary things.
He snapped his fingers as his blue eyes darkened.
The gun disappeared. The driver opened his jaws in astonishment. "It's you. I've been looking for you," said the driver as he transformed into true form. She's a woman, she's Sage.
"Who are you?" Derek asked, unsurprised to see her changing form.
"I'm your mother's best friend. I'm Ava's childhood friend," Sage said, smiling sheepishly.
"Really? If that's true, please don't inform my mother that I snuck out of Donald's mansion."
"I won't, I promise. Well, she called for me, so I have to go urgently," Sage said with a wicked grin on her face.
"Okay..." Derek said, feeling uncomfortable as he returned a fake smile. She drove him to his favorite place and waved goodbye.
He got out of the car when he got to his favorite spot. He took a deep breath and inhaled the scent of lust.
He paid some cash to the taxi driver who is now wise, but she refused to take a dime from him, the taxi driver drove into life and left Derek alone in front of a very big and tall building, a brothel. Derek was excited to inject more money for him.
Derek is an indomitable, brave, and social guy. I guess he has those traits from the Djinn.
Derek adjusted his robes as he majestically walked through the brothel. He is a free roamer and also a great womanizer, the opposite sex is head over heels in love with him. But today he is not in the brothel to have short sexual relations with several sluts. He's in the brothel to gamble again and win the game he once lost.
"Now that I have a lot of money. I'll make sure I get double. I can't let her win again. I'm a winner, not a loser,” Derek proclaimed confidently. He was so sure that he would win this punt that he will play.
As he stood in front of the brothel, the glass door opened. He came in looking serious because he was here to win. He walked in without shame as his friends mocked him upon seeing him enter the brothel.
"Gosh, that's the guy who lost the popular punt that was launched last night."
"I guess he's here to cry for his lost money." Distant murmurs echoed through the room until a bunch of whores walked up to Derek,
"Ladykiller, come with me through the night. I'm sure you won't regret it.” A whore, the madam of the brothel offered, shaking her breasts vigorously while others continued to wiggle their fingers on his chest region.
"Not this time, ladies. We'll see later," Derek said as he spanked the madam's trembling breasts to make her stop. She smiled and ordered her girls to leave him alone.
The boys were all ready for another gamble because it was almost time. Derek majestically walked around looking at some whores, he couldn't take his eyes off their sexy bodies.
A cold body bumped against him, colder than ice. He felt the pain like he was stoned with ice, "ouch," but within seconds the pain left him. The girl was wearing a blue hoodie but she immediately bumped into him, the hoody slipping off her head revealing her beautiful face and soft and goofy golden hair that matched her skin tone.
Her golden long hair blows around the room, which smells nice. Derek scanned them.
The girl was well dressed and looked sophisticated, she didn't even put on makeup, and she is naturally beautiful. What will this beautiful girl do in a brothel? Derek wondered when he met her blue eyes, just like his, her hair was naturally golden. What a strange girl, isn't she? Her expression was blank, as was his head.
She leaned towards Derek and took over the small space between them.
"How dare you meet me? Do you know who I am?” Her soft, lovely voice let out a threat, clenching her fist, Derek continued to admire her flawless beauty without saying a word.
His eyes met her heart-shaped lips as she addressed him, he licked his lips while his eyes were fixed on her sexy lips. She screamed, but there was silence for Derek.
He leaned towards her, in the shadow of her face so close to his he could smell the sweet root scent of the wine she had been drinking earlier, his lips drew closer and her heart decided to skip a bit, and then his rolled Tongue in her mouth, he put his mouth on her mouth. Fireworks glowed inside her from the touch of his lips on hers. Maybe time stopped when his lips touched hers. Her heart pounded in her chest as her knees weakened, he grabbed her waist and pulled her closer.
His tongue was dipped into her gaping mall. He bent his neck and kissed her gently at first. It wobbled with a regular alternate motion and swept across her mouth. He twisted his tongue, eyes narrowed. She paused, eyes wide open, breathing in her soul like cool oxygen. She could only focus on the feel of his tongue against her mouth. How he invaded her senses, it was her first kiss but the twentieth for Derek.
His lips were warm and soft, parting slightly allowing her tongue to slip inside.
Derek opened his eyes, not sure if he was cut out for this moment or if his mind was deceiving him, feeling shy for the first time.