At the back of one of his bars he inherited from his father, a dark windowless room, Black listens diligently to the report of his right-hand man Gale. Reviewing one by one the long list of its establishments: for such a drunken brawl, for another failing staff, … The names of the problem businesses are always somewhat the same. Indeed, Black was not his father's favorite and only inherited the most problematic cases unlike his brothers.
But he does not complain because thanks to the experience acquired, he has opened other, much more profitable businesses. Today, he is the richest and most respected brother!
When talking about his own creations, a name calls out to him because since he opened 4 years ago the report is always the same (RAS). Suddenly, finding it suspicious, he asks his employee “How long has it been since I visited the Fallen Angel?”
Gale, stopping his litany as he looked up from his tablet. He stares at his boss searching in his memory. Then, in the same weary tone, “you visited it twice the year it opened, that’s all. »
This answer revives a certain parano in him, he asks “Who do we get the information and reports from this bar? »
Gale and his lascivious tone “Titus”
Black's brain does one trick, it's suspicious, tonight he will stop there.
A few hours later, just before dawn and his businesses close, it's Black's favorite moment for an inspection.
As usual, he walks towards the entrance of the bar after having parked his car a little further. A figure he knows well, his childhood friend to whom he gave a quiet little job a few years ago after a decade by his side, Titus.
The bouncer, surprised, smiles at him, so he puts his finger on his mouth with a wink, which his friend understands very well.
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The giant then gives him his speech on the conditions of the bar and opens the door for him.
The room, the decorations, the atmosphere are always the same, the room is almost empty, the last customers getting ready to go home. He sees young boys in very short shorts tidying up and cleaning the tables.
Mechanically he goes towards the bar, but a few steps away, he stops as if struck down, behind the bar, from behind, a vision he will never be able to forget... Long, slender and sensual legs, porcelain skin, topped with very nice rounded buttocks. His mind immediately wanders. He sees his hand slipping from the ankles to the buttocks: "How soft this skin must be!" He told himself that his lips would be filled in the hollow of this thighs. A fine and well-defined waist; "My arm would fit the shape of this hips perfectly!" Slender, elegant hands and slender but firm arms. Shoulders so erotic, a slender and dignified neck.
Lost in his fantasy, he can only stare at this unexpected appearance.
Then the angel turns around, a magnificent face, pretty brown eyes, a warm gaze, luscious lips, a small nose, a narrow but well-defined torso, a flat and supple stomach and his thighs... Intoxicated by this vision and unable to take his eyes off the young man, he is surprised by his smile and his charming voice.
He still wonders when his feet made the last steps to the bar.
He remembers having stammered something and a cocktail is gently placed in front of him.
An Old Fashioned, his favorite beverage, is this angel a diviner?
Not only is he surprised to receive this precise cocktail, but he is even more surprised because his achievement is perfect.
Suddenly the hoarse and powerful voice of Titus resounds in the bar, signifying its closing and the music is stopped.
He would have liked to admire this adorable young man for hours more, but he remembers that he is not here for that.
He throws a bill on the bar and he will have to force himself to finally take his eyes off the bartender and head for the exit. When he interrupted him in his tracks, he had to resonate several times to not throw himself on him. “You can keep the change my angel, take everything! "he says to him.
As he leaves, he stops in front of his old friend, “What is the name of the bartender?" "Sweetheart," Titus replies cautiously.
A smile forming on his face, a warmth he had forgotten running through his body, he returned to his car chanting “SweetHeart, my SweetHeart…”