The four men made their way downstairs. Ruaraidh in front, Faolán closely behind him, with Cahal and Calan bringing up the rear. They were four men on a mission it seemed, making a beeline to the booth housing the four exotic ladies. All four knew their appearance and status. They knew that they were good looking and they also used it to their advantage.
"How is everyone enjoying the club tonight?" Faolán asked, stepping in front of his Alpha to question the women.
"We are having a wonderful time," Mona replied, accustomed to being the spokesperson of her friends. "I suppose we have you all to thank for the free drinks." With that she tilted her head and sipped on her Long Island.
"We are pleased to hear that," Ruaraidh continued, taking in each females' appearance at a closer range. In his inspection he found that they all where more attractive up close. Especially the one he had been eyeing earlier. Being this close to her made is skin tingle and his senses more alert. She did not notice his heavy perusal over her figure because she was busy with her phone.
With his sense heightened, he could also sense the nervousness and innocence rolling in tangible waves off of the tall exotic one and motioned Faolán closer. "Do not toy with that one, she seems most fragile."
Faolán nodded his head and stepped back. Ruaraidh knew him too well. He had planned on cornering the beauty, so that he could get more acquainted with her. He just shrugged, mentally categorizing all the bitches that would be eager for him to slake his lust into that night.
Joie was finishing her text to her man when she looked up at the foursome to comment. "We really appreciate the drinks and the warm welcome from you gentlemen. I'm guessing this was done in hopes of motivating us to come again." Joie stated boldly, about to continue, only to have Calan step forward and lean toward her over the table.
"And what is your name, angel?"
Alexis and Mona giggled, knowing that Joie hated flirts and pet names even more. Joie leaned forward in her seat to look directly into Calan's eyes to say. "My name is MRS. Carlos Ferrera." She then leaned back into the booth to put her elbows on the table and play with her wedding ring; all the while staring directly into Calan's face.
Chiara was texting her sister and mother throughout the entire affair with news of her relationship with Jerome, but her ears perked at Joie's raised voice. She interjected a small 'roar', with her hand forming a small claw before continuing her text.
Ruaraidh, Faolán, and Cahal chuckled at Calan's expense, knowing that only a few moments ago he had stated that he didn't care for Joie's status and that he'd have her. They didn't doubt him because they knew how intensely their friend operated. They were only humored that a female didn't fall immediately for his charms as they have done in the past. If Calan wished to pursue this one, he'd have to think outside his usual tactic.
"Mrs. Carlos Ferrera, it is nice to meet you," Cahal said finally speaking up. "My name is Cahal," He gestured to his right. "This is my brother Calan."
"I am Faolán and this is the owner Ruaraidh."
"Those are interesting names, Scottish I presume?" Mona asked.
"They are actually Gaelic. An ancient language that very few speak," Ruaraidh replied, not really going into detail.
"That's interesting. My name is Mona. To my left is Lexi," Alexis waved. "She's shy. On my far right is Chiara. She's usually not this rude," Indicating Chiara's texting. "And of course you know Mrs. Carlos Ferrera."
"Well met ladies, we shall take our leave," Ruaraidh nodded, heading toward the exit.
"Enjoy yourself ladies. We, unfortunately, have to depart." Faolán said before following. Cahal waved while Calan nodded before leaving the table.
Once out of earshot, Alexis let out a large sigh.
"I think I just peed my pants!"
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"Did you see how hot they were Chi Chi," Alexis asked fanning herself. They were at home in their apartment. "Ugh, I think I almost had an orgasm smelling Faolán's cologne."
"Why didn't you say anything to him? Ask for his number? You know, show that you're interested." Chiara said from the couch. She had already changed out of her clothes into a cute comfortable nightset.
"I don't know girl. My nerves get the best of me sometimes," She had on an old cropped t shirt and boyshorts. Alexis shook her head before pulling her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. "But I did see someone checking you out. I mean he was practically devouring you with his eyes."
"What are you talking about?"
"Every two seconds he'd lick his lips like this." She demonstrated, actually exaggerating the movement. "His face would remain stoic, but his eyes were like fire when they looked at you."
"Really," Chiara said humoring her. She wasn't in the mood to hear her cousin's embellishments. After finding out about Jerome, she wasn't sure she was ready for someone else.
"Yeah 'really' and take that look off your face. I'm not exaggerating." They paused to look at each other. "Ok maybe I did with the lip licking part, but Chi Chi he was so into you. If you don't believe me ask Mona or Joie. They'll tell you what's up."
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm not interested. I texted Jerome earlier so that we can meet and talk about our relationship tomorrow; he replied telling me to meet him at the coffee shop down the way. I have decided to end our relationship. Hopefully, it'll all go smoothly."
"Do you want me to come for moral support?"
"I need to do this on my own," Chiara said before heading to her room. She didn't think that at 23 her life would be this way. No, ten years ago she pictured a loving husband two kids a white picket fence and a thriving dance career. Unfortunately, four years ago she severely injured her right ankle. Not actually preventing her from continuing her dream, but being alone in a big city without anyone took a toll on Chiara. She transferred out of college in New York and came to live with her cousin in Pennsylvania. She then got a job in a nearby bank and worked her way up to manager.
Her degree was dance, major in modern dance and minor in education. She really wanted to open up her own studio and teach children the joys of different genres of dance. Her mother owned a studio in Miami and taught dance ranging from salsa to dancehall. Chiara wanted to do that for herself, but didn't have the funds or the credit to get the funds. Money was something her family had and she wasn't about to ask for any. Chiara was headstrong and independent.
Chiara went to sleep feeling heavy and anxious. She hated break ups, but she hated cheaters even more. She was a sucker and she knew it. All of her choices in men have been bad ones. 'I guess mom was right when she said not to chase boys, let them chase you,' Chiara thought before going to bed. 'Well from now on, I won't be doing anymore pursuing. If a man wants me he's gonna have to work for it.'
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Monday morning was the start of a new work week. The break up with Jerome had gone surprisingly well for Chiara -- no fuss at all. Chiara should have known better than to be surprise, he's obviously had someone else warming his bed.
She went through her closet for suits to wear. Being the manager at a busy bank in the heart of the city called for professionalism. She also had a big meeting today with a new client looking to put their money in several institutions. From what she'd been told, an account has already been settled with her institution. They would just like to meet face to face with the people handling their money.
Chiara chose a black suit with the skirt falling right before her knees. It was high wasted and had a cropped long sleeved jacket that ended where the skirt started. The suit was tailored perfectly. Underneath the jacket she wore a silk sleeveless crimson blouse. The choice of shoes were narrowed between two contenders; her black patent Nine West ankle boots that were super cute with a peep toe and a four inch heel or her red 'fuck me' stilettos. Considering the impression that she'd make, Chiara went the safe route and wore the black shoes. There was no need for stockings because her legs were smooth.
The drive to her office was a breeze, no heavy traffic or anything. She made it to the office on time, but was the last to arrive for the meeting. She recognized cars that belonged to her associates parked in their usual place.
'Great - just great. Now everybody's going have a chance to watch my black ass stroll in last.' Chiara believed they did this to her on purpose. In her opinion her associates probably called up each other and made a pact to arrive to every meeting thirty minutes ahead of schedule.
Once in the building she stopped by the receptionist. "Good morning Gail how are you?"
"I'm doing well Ms. Thomas, and you?"
"Likewise. Listen, do you know if the client has arrived yet?" Chiara didn't want to enter the meeting after them, that was bad form.
"Yes ma'am, about ten minutes ago," Oh shit! "I believe they are waiting on you..."
"Great. Buzz Cleveland and tell him that I'm on my way up." With that said, she headed for the conference room.
"Hello Gentlemen, sorry for the delay," Chiara greeted, taking an empty seat by the head of the table. Which just happened to be far from the entrance of the room. 'I hope they get a real good look at my black ass.' Chiara thought, while deliberately taking her time to get to the empty seat. "Is there anything that I've missed?" She asked directing her attention to her boss and VP Cleveland Brown.
