Doctor vagina's son

Knight.

I couldn't sleep, thinking about Julia. I knew I had broken her heart, but I wondered if I was ready to proceed with my plan because meeting her the next day would be tough and challenging. To clear my mind, I decided a cold shower might help me stop thinking about her for a while.

I took off my clothes and stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror. I checked the hickey on my neck and was reminded of Julia. As I moved my hand to my neck, I began to remember the feel of her sweet lips against my skin.

I growled and snapped at myself, talking aloud, "Look at yourself! You've been planning to ruin your father's life and make him lose everything. You cannot ruin this plan by falling in love with Julia!"

Chiding myself, I stepped into the shower. I closed my eyes and tried to submerge myself in the cold water for a few minutes, hoping to find relaxation. But guilt gnawed at my conscience. It was as if my inner self was reproaching me for hurting such an innocent girl like Julia.

Annoyed, I got out of the bathtub and started drying my body with a towel. I returned to my room and lay bare on the bed. The longing for Julia's touch stirred within me. To escape the unwanted desire, I hastily put on my clothes and decided to spend the night at one of the best nightclubs in town, perhaps picking up a stranger to keep me company for the night.

I put on a casual black shirt that clung tight to my body, accentuating the muscles underneath. I paired it with blue jeans and a Versace belt, making sure to spray my Hugo Boss perfume. After checking my hair in the mirror, I adorned my wrist with a diamond Rolex watch that matched perfectly with my outfit.

I put my wallet into my pocket, ensuring I had 10 grand in cash with me, just in case—I had a habit of paying for women to spend the night with me, even though it was I who was sought after. After all, many women dream of being with a man like me.

I grabbed my car keys and decided to take my black Porsche today. Between that and my Ferrari, it wasn't a tough choice. I started the engine and drove for ten minutes until I reached the best nightclub in town. On the way, I made a reservation to book the prime table.

Upon arriving, I parked my car in front of the nightclub, stepping out with a high degree of arrogance and pride visible in my strut. I handed the keys to the valet to park my car. I scoped out some of the ladies that were standing at the entrance of the nightclub. They were all swooning over me, but none seemed good enough to spend the night with me.

I stepped inside the entrance and the manager quickly moved towards me, welcoming me and asking my name.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?" he inquired, his eyes flickering to the diamond-encrusted wristwatch on my hand, sparkling under the nightclub lights.

"Yes, I reserved the VIP table number 2. I'm Angelo Knight," I replied.

He swiftly checked his tablet and said, "Oh, sure. Let me guide you. I believe it's your first time here, and I hope it won't be your last."

Smiling insincerely, I responded with an air of arrogance, "We'll see about that."

Upon reaching my table, he asked, "May I take your order?"

I settled onto the plush, black couch, casually crossing my left leg over my right, and said, "I would like your finest woman."

His jaw dropped in shock and he stammered," Sir, we don't indulge in such activities here."

Unfazed, I pulled out my wallet and handed him $2000. "This is for you."

His smile returned quickly, thereafter. "I'll ensure our best are sent over. You can choose one at your leisure. Anything else, sir?"

"Fill the table with your best dishes and bring me the finest tequila bottle," I nodded in affirmation.

After two minutes, the manager and three provocative dancers approached my table. He placed the tequila bottle as the waiters followed suit with plates of food. With a smile and a slight bow of his head, he said, "I am at your service, sir."

The women took seats next to me. One poured tequila shots while another started dancing seductively. Their revealing attire was enticing, yet failed to arouse me, my mind preoccupied with thoughts of Julia.

As if in a dream, I spotted someone who looked just like Julia, strolling in with an elegant man in his thirties, his hand on her back. Clad in a sexy silver dress that displayed her attractive curves, my attention was drawn to her.

I squinted, waiting for them to come closer to confirm if it was truly Julia. To my shock, they took the table near me in the VIP section. The moment Julia turned her gaze towards me, our eyes met. Her eyes exuded shock and she whispered something to her companion.

Was it really Julia?

Anger clenched my fist. She claimed to have not had a boyfriend before, but she seemed very cozy with this man.

Subconsciously wanting to upset her, I pulled one of the dancers close to me and kissed her passionately whilst caressing her behind.

Judging by Julia's reaction, she noticed. Hufifng, she gripped the man's hand and they made their way to the dance floor, engaging in an intimate dance.

Unable to bear the sight any longer, a twinge of jealousy hit me, made worse by the revelation that Julia had seemingly lied about her innocence.

Overwhelmed with a surge of anger, I bolted up from my seat and approached them. I grabbed Julia, and with all my strength, I slapped her. I threw accusations at her, yelling, "So, you are a slut. How much did he pay you? Because I can pay more," then I flung money from my wallet in her face.

She stood, positioning herself between me and the man, who was ready to pounce on me. Stopping him, she slapped me back and declared, "He's my cousin!"