Dorian has entered into my heart, and when he goes away from me, he will uproot it and take it with him. Until then, he will make his life, and when he comes back to me, he will give me back my heart to remember that I must live. I pour myself another whiskey and drink it in one gulp.

Drink, then, to thy foolish love, which it is impossible to expel. Drink to the delusive words that nourish you, and to the foolish kisses that give you life. Cheers to them, the voice in my head whispers ironically.

As much as it seems to be right, I believe no love is foolish even if it was phony. We are foolish, but surely not love. In every story, someone certainly comes out as a loser, but many times the loser has come out as a winner and after a while, he understands it himself.

But until then, it hurts a lot, the voice says in my head.

Indeed, until the time has passed that you have to accept the loss, it is the hardest time you will struggle to uproot feelings that seem to have come to stay forever. You're forced to send them away because they're now unwanted domestic visitors.

What keeps me with Dorian is the feelings I built and invested in him. I deny that all this will go to waste and this relationship will simply go into the closet of time. I refuse to cross a gorge of loneliness and emptiness from loss until it becomes a memory. I refuse to cry again with my eyes closed.

I think about it for a while and then I decide to take one last step. I won't pretend this time. I won't back down. I can't stand dying alive anymore.

I drink one more sip of whiskey and get up to get dressed.

It's now or never.

Where's that asshole Ridge? It's getting dark and he hasn't brought in those chicks that need work yet. I'm calling Stephan on his cell phone. After two or three minutes, he opens the office door and gets in.

"Where's Ridge?" I ask with sour-faced eyes.

"He's coming," Stephan says.

In less than five minutes, the asshole walks in.

"Ridge, you're stalling, and I'm fretting," I say straight to him.

"They hadn't all come. Just now the fifth girl came, and I waited for them to gather. Will you see them all together? " he asks.

"Yes. Tell them to come in," I say to Ridge without looking at him.

I light a cigarette and sit more comfortably in my office chair, while with slow steps I watch the chicks come in one by one and stand in a row.

I admit it, they're pretty hot chicks. I could easily tear them all together. I observe them all from top to bottom.

"Well, ladies, thank you for coming. Stephan and Ridge will inform you of the further responsibilities you will assume at my casino club. The blonde lady in the red dress can stay, please. The rest of you can go, thank you," I say in a smug tone.

The blonde chick forms an awkward smile on her face. Ridge and Stephan leave with the rest of the chicks and leave me alone with this one, which I love to fuck without undressing her. As for the other chicks, I've got a lot of time ahead of me.

"What's your name, baby?" I ask, putting out the cigarette in the ashtray.

"My name is Sky, sir," she says to me in a shy tone, which we both know to be hypocritical until I throw her as it is upon the desk and tear her up till she calls out my name.

I get up and go to the little bar in the office and pour two drinks. I take them in my hands and approach her. I give her a glass and clink it with mine while I look at her thinking about how exactly to empty my fluids on her.

Now that I'm ok with Reva, I have a weird joy inside of me, and I want to celebrate by getting a draft boner with this blonde chick right here.

"Well, Sky," I say in a hushed voice, "I've got a good idea how we're going to end this meeting," I go on, and lay the glass of liquor on the desk.

She throws me an oblique smile and drinks a few more sips of her liquor. She leaves her glass on the desk and turns her attention to me.

"I hope we have the same idea, sir!" she tells me gracefully, while her eyes scream with desire to fuck her.

I grab her by the hips and stick her onto my erect boner. She doesn't lose her temper at all and seems willing to satisfy whatever shit I ask her.

Nice slut!

My fingers crawl over her, and I lift her short dress. With one movement I pull down the pantyhose along with the underwear. I take a condom out of my pocket and put it in my teeth. I unbutton my pants and lower my underwear a little.

I rip the condom with my teeth and wear it on my erect penis. I grab her by the legs and make her sit on the edge of the desk. I get into her at once, and she leans back her head with an open mouth.

She starts groaning loudly and gets horny while I give her strong thrusts. My penis has turned to stone, and I'm ready to empty it, but I love to fuck her a little bit more.

It's not for long all this shit, so I start hammering her fast. She's already drenched down there, and she's about to finish with me when the office door opens abruptly, and we both turn our heads.

It's Reva.