The sacred bride episode 3

The Sacred Bride
Bunmi B. Gabriel
Segment 3
Sebastiano
I threw my laptop at my f-cking PA, the bitch is driving me nuts with her constant mistakes and errors.
‘You stupidly useless and worthless piece of rubbish! What can you get right! You s-ck at k-ssing, f-cking and even as a PA! You are fired!!!’
‘Sir, please, I’m sorry for what I did. There must have been a glitch in….’
‘There is always a glitch! You always have an excuse for each of your mistakes! YOU ARE FIRED!’ I roared. ‘Are you still standing there!’ My cousin walked in. ‘Out!!!!’ She ran out in tears.
‘You will die of hypertension one day,’ my cousin, Eric, said. I puffed and fell on my chair, I picked up the cigarette I was smoking before and continued. ‘You need to calm down, you don’t always have to shout.’
‘You can’t blame me, they just annoy me too much, they all do. When will I ever get a reasonable PA. I’m starting to agree with Alisdair’s logic, I just need a secretary only. PA’s are all stupid and worthless. All they know how to do is try to sed-ce me, get in my bed and then start slacking.’
‘What are you really angry about?’ He asked with a knowing smile. ‘The fact that she keeps making errors or the fact that she didn’t satisfy you well in bed?’
‘Both, she can’t even give a good blowjob and yet she s-cks at working as well.’
‘Seb, do you have to sleep with all your PA’s? Are you okay?’
‘Yes, I’m okay. What is wrong in sleeping with some cheap bitches? They don’t mind so why should I?’
‘Don’t you think it is better to sleep with your club sluts than your workers? You always complain that they don’t satisfy you well in bed, that they are woods. If they don’t fit your s€×ual standard, then leave them the f-ck alone and let them focus on work. They are your PA, not SA.’
I puffed out smoke, ignoring him. ‘You are not a saint,’
‘I never said I was, I sleep around but not with my workers.’
‘You are a singer, you don’t have workers,’
‘And who said that? I have crews, vixens. I don’t sleep with them, I take my shit outside. Stop being a twat.’
‘I am not a twat but I do love them.’
‘I don’t have time to argue but remember we promised Alisdair that we will follow him to go check the new club he opened last month, we have to get ready, so get your f-cking ass off that chair and let’s go.’
‘They better be good entertainment there because I’m freaking ho-ny that not even the crack of dawn can pacify it.’ I grumbled, standing up and throwing the fag away. I grabbed my phones and shoved them into my pockets.
My name is Sebastiano Delantero, first son of my father but third to my mother. Eventually, I have married thrice but the relationsh¡p never worked out, I got tired of them and their money spending. One was even a cheat, big cheat. My dad died years ago, got killed in a hotel with a woman while my mother just keeps sleeping around so you can’t really blame me, it’s in the blood. I have two friends, two best friends. One, my cousin, Eric Briceno. My father’s older sister’s son who is like a brother to me. He’s a singer, Heartcode by name to his fans. He’s a nice guy, very humble and cares about women emotions too much, why care so much about women? They aren’t important. I love him though, even though we always argue and disagree in many things.
The next is Alisdair, he doesn’t talk much, doesn’t bring too much emotions to the outside but to us he’s quite okay. Alisdair is a workaholic, works too much but when he’s free, we know he is alive and around. He is cold to everyone except us, that was how he was raised but we have been friends since we were kids so we know how to get to him. He’s too complicated and hates women, dumb idiot.
I opened the door to my car, we were at the club now, I slammed the door shut and walked to the bouncer with Eric, he was wearing his mask.
‘Welcome to Club Reign,’ he said smiled with a bow.
‘Where’s your boss?’
‘Waiting for you both upstairs,’ I nodded and walked in, we were led into a dark passage where an elevator was, the music was lit.
‘Men! Alis have taste,’ Eric exclaimed. The walls were tiled with golden tiles, the floor looking like glass.
‘Yeah, he’s extra business minded. Own too many clubs, casinos, shopping malls….’
‘I know,’ Eric rolled his eyes. Alis is obviously richer, I own a oil and gas company, nothing compared to what Alis have. The elevator door dinged open, I walked out first and matched to the first class VIP room.
‘Alis!’ I shouted over the loud music. ‘Alisdair!’
‘Sebastiano,’ I flinched, I hate it when he appears behind us like some kind of ghost man. He chuckled. ‘Sorry, thanks for coming guys.’ He said with his hands in his dress p-nts.
‘Sure, now where’s the girls? I’m ho-ny!’ I shouted excitedly. He shook his head amusedly and walked to a deeper room. We followed him, there was no girls here and I know he sent them out. He led us to a room with a rail to look down at the main floor. Everyone was scre-ming and cheering a lady wearing a black feather mask, she was dancing on a pole like a certified stripper even though she had good cloths on. She moved around the pole with such diligence, like she and the pole were one.
‘Wow,’ Eric breathe. ‘Who the hell is that!’
Bloom
‘Leila, there is no way I’m going to that club dressed like this!’ I yelled distraughtly. She blabbed about a new club and insisted we go. The club is freaking expensive, very expensive to get a one night pass. We can afford it but she insisted we sneak in. “Why have powers when I can’t use it to commit crimes?” She asked. That makes no sense but I can never defeat her in an argument.
‘Come on, it’s not that bad,’ she said smilingly with eyes twinkling with excitement. ‘You look so hot.’
‘Leila,’ I sighed,m-ssaging my temples gently. ‘I’m dressed like a wh-re going to a club just to get a d*ck. I can’t wear this, please.’
‘Fine, I’ll change it,’ she giggled. She spun her index finger in a circular motion, her black fog flowing out. The dress was very bad, let me call it a b-ra attached to a mini skirt. The fog surrounded me, swallowed my body completely. When the fog died down, I was wearing a black backless mini dress with plunge neckline and black super high stiletto heels.
‘Excuse me, what is this?’
‘You know, I can be a fashion designer, own a dress shop without having to pay a dime for importation of any clothes.’ She said admirably to herself and not me.
‘I don’t think everyone will only love to wear black dresses,’ I murmured, taking the heels off carefully. Anything she create is black and few times gray, only by chance is it gray. That’s why we still buy dresses, I don’t want to always look like a funeral attendant.
‘Eh, whatever.’ She shrugged.
‘If I’m going to go to that club, we are dressing my way.’
‘Your way?’
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Leila was going crazy on the dance floor, if there’s one thing she loves more than her powers and having men worsh¡p her, it’s dancing. She’s very good at it, freaking born with the right feet. She wore her feather black mask, it’s not an ordinary mask and that’s why she always wears it. As I was saying, she wore her black feather mask, a yellow asymmetric shoulder body con top, black jean shorts and yellow T-strap heels, really high ones. I wore a peach semi-sweetheart off-shoulders flare gown and china blue sneakers. I wore a white mask, a white mask with peach feather.
‘Come on sis, dance!’ She shouted, swaying very fast to the song. I chuckled, I wasn’t that much of a dancer but I can still shake my body a little. ‘Whoo!!!’ She shrieked. The song changed, song she like dancing sed-ctively to. She scre-med very loudly and ran to the thinnest pole in the club, where many people was.
‘…Angel confess let me be your salvation
I’ll carry you through the dark….’ Like the magnet she was, she was already attracting men. She dance around with the pole, even better than the strippers in the club. Soon everyone was cheering as they whooped for her. She’s very good at dragging attention.
…swing like your chariot
And let me ride
Drunk of my body
You’ll never be sober
I’ll be your poison tonight
Let me give
Let me give you
Something to believe in
You don’t gotta….’ I walked to the bar to get something strong to drink, strong but not enough to get drunk.
‘Zinfandel please,’ I said politely. The barman nodded, I looked around, nodding my head to the song. He turned a glass for me and pushed it forward, I picked it up and smiled at him. ‘Thank you.’
‘You’re welcome,’
‘I don’t know if it’s okay to get a slice of lime with this? And four ice cubes as well?’
‘Sure thing Miss,’ he walked back to his bar. I turned around and checked on Leila to make sure she hadn’t follow a guy, she was still there dancing. The music changed, she laughed as she danced to it. ‘Here,’ he dropped the ices and lime into the drink. ‘You don’t club much, do you?’ He asked, initiating a conversation as he leaned on the counter.
‘Only when needed,’
‘My sister will never come to a club. Drag her here and she’ll think you are taking her to hell.’ We laughed shortly to his humorous words.
‘Church girl?’
‘Ah! She’s a wh-re, just don’t do her pr-stitution in clubs,’ I chuckled and sipped from my glass. ‘So, what’s your name?’
‘Barbara,’ I lied sharply.
‘I’m Leone, nice to meet you….damn!’ He exclaimed as he looked at Leila over my shoulder. ‘That girl, she can dance as hell!’ I chuckled. ‘She looks hot, really hot!’
‘And that is nice, she tends to attract men a lot, boy magnet.’
‘You know her?’
‘Older sister,’
‘Wow! Your mother must be an Angel or your father a god because you are both s€×y, beautiful.’
‘We are wearing masks, you sure about that?’
‘Your bodies speak for y…..she’s coming,’ he said softly, arranging his hair. Even with a mask on, Leila always attract men but I don’t. The only men that comes my way are broke ugly old men or guys like that club guy whose name I can’t remember. It’s part of the spell cast on me to keep men away from me.
‘Babe,’ she called resting her hand on my shoulder. ‘That was awesome,’ she said under her breath, snatching my drink. She down the content and slid it across the table to Leone. ‘Give me the wh0le bottle,I need to get high.’
‘Just a glass,’ I smiled at Leone. ‘No lime, she’s allergic.’
‘Okay,’
‘So, I was thinking that I will get a man tonight, I need s€×.’
‘Leila,’
‘Okay, whatever, I won’t try it. Geez! You are a fun sponge!’ Leone dropped the bottle and a separate glass for me. I told him not to give her a bottle, Leila pop the bottle open and downed the wh0le thing in 30 seconds, she slammed it on the table and mo-ned. ‘Back to the dance floor!’ She turned but that was when two suited men. ‘What?’
‘My boss want to see you,’
‘Why?’
‘You don’t ask why, you just come along, now.’
‘Geez! You’re rude, I’m coming,’ she looked at me. ‘I’ll be back, don’t drink too much.’ She walked away with them. I turned back to Leone.
‘Who’s the boss?’
‘Can be Alisdair Kendrick or either of his friends, I’m definitely guessing Sebastiano because the main boss will never call for a woman.’ I nodded.
‘Why? Will she be okay?’
‘He’s a womanizer, what do you think?’ Oh boy. ‘Are you looking for a job? The main boss is looking for a new fund manager, an economist. I don’t know why I’m telling you this but I feel like, you interested? It’s at Kendrick corp this Thursday, you in?’
‘I’m good,’ he nodded, God please don’t let her sleep with that guy.
~~~~~~~~~~Eric~~~~~~~~~~
The lady walked in majestically with head up high, her l-ips pressed into a thin line. Damn! She’s s€×y, very s€×y. She folded her arms under her br-asts and stared at us, her bright gray eyes glowing from her mask.
‘Wow,’ Sebastiano breathe. ‘s€×y, I love it.’
‘Who are you and what do you want from me?’
‘Well,’ Seb stood up. I watched as he walked to her with a smirk, her eyes scanned his feature with scorn.
‘She’s a tough one,’ Alis chuckled, he was typing on his phone without even looking at them. ‘This ought to be interesting,’ he turned his phone to them.
‘Videoing?’
‘Krystal needs to see this,’ I rubbed my palms together grinningly.
‘I saw the way you danced back there,’ he started, slowly picking at her hair while she watched his hand carefully. ‘You are very beautiful, girls that can dance turns me on. How much will I pay for a night?’
‘Hmmm,’ she smirked. ‘Depends,’ she purred slipping her hands around his neck. ‘The question Is can you handle me?’
‘Looks like she’s a slut,’ I said disappointedly.
‘Wait for it,’ Alis whispered.
‘Do you have the ability to handle a burning flame like me,’ she whispered and bit his bottom lip. I stared frowningly, I wanted excitement but all I’m being served is rubbish. She k-ssed him, slipping her hands into his hair. From the looks of it, seems like she’s a fantastic k-sser. He suddenly scre-med into her mouth, the next thing she did was knee him very hærd, pushed and punched him right in the face.
‘Ohhhhh!’ We exclaimed laughingly. She flicked her hair and smiled down at his gro-ning self on the floor.
‘F-ck you bitch!’
‘Sorry, forgot to tell you that I don’t do ugly guys, very ugly ones,’ She tilted her head and wiggled her finger at me. ‘Now, that guy is cute. I’d have loved to stay but I got things to do, sister to see, life to run for, chow!’ She blew me a k-ss and ran out.
‘Get that girl!’ Seb shouted. Alis burst into laughter, I joined him, now that is a big ouch.
Bloom
I held my drink in my hand, dancing with a guy, his hand around my wa-ist as I laughed. I was laughing, sort of tipsy. I rolled my h¡ps, grinding him slowly as he mo-ned into my ear. I emptied the drink into my mouth and turned around, wrapped my hands around his neck as I whine to Chris Brown’s freaking Friday song. My body suddenly forcefully pull backward, I started running backwards pushing people out of my way. I stopped when Leila’s hand entwined with mine, she did it.
‘Run!’ She ran with me, I was confuse why until I looked over my shoulder and saw those suited men chasing us.
‘What did you do?’
‘Kneed their boss,’ she laughed. She ran into a foyer and raised her hands, electrical charges flowed from the lights into her hand before she snapped her fingers and everywhere went dark. ‘Let’s get out of here.’ She bent down and slammed her hand on the floor, a outburst of black fog surrounded us in a orb. The fog puff away, we were in her car. She started the engine immediately and drove off.
‘Whoopee!’ I scre-med sticking my head out of the window, why do I feel like she just got us in trouble?