KILLIAN
"Congratulations Alex." I complimented my younger brother. His wife just birthed their third baby.
"Thank you, Kil. It's a boy," he didn't sound like he was happy about it. "Gia is elated, of course, but still wants her girl. So, there's still room for baby number four. Hopefully it's going to be a girl. Can't wait to have my wife all to myself," I heard him sigh. "I've faced serious cock blocking since the past three years... Damn! Did I just call my kids cock blockers? God forgive me. It's just that I've missed fucking my wife properly, without sneaking around."
"Sorry, man. What you chose." Well, that sounded scary as fuck.
I have never been a fan of being married or having kids. I viewed staying with one woman forever as pure torture. Just wondering why men in such relationships don't get bored. One pussy till death - Hell! Doesn't make any sense.
I can't even date a woman past five months. Four months was my limit.
"Are you still in Spain?"
"Nope, currently in Ireland, Galway currently. I'm going to be here for four months."
While in Spain, I bought two buildings, one in Galway and another in Dublin, as an extension of my jewelry brand. K and Co has branches in all parts of North and South America. I'm kicking up with Europe at the moment, my home country being the first.
I grew up in Dublin with my parents and two siblings, a brother and a sister.
"Ohh, you're close to home, with Andrea?"
"Not with Andrea. Our relationship was only for two months."
Andrea was just like the others. Loved my money, good in bed, crying and professing their fake, undying love for me on the last day of the relationship. The only difference Andrea had was her Spanish accent and blonde hair, unlike my usual red heads.
"And here I was, thinking you have finally given your heart to a woman."
"That would never happen, Alex. Gotta find a new pum-pum to fuck during my stay here." I was thinking of doing two months with two different people, but decided against it days later. It would ruin things for me. Chances of them knowing my real identity would be very easy.
"You're really hell bent on this thing. Your fourteenth?"
Alex was the only one who knew about my style of relationships. My mom and sister believe I'm single. As for my dad, he thinks I'm sleeping around.
"Fifteenth," I corrected.
"Killian, you're almost forty..."
"Shut up, bro. My thirty fifth birthday was two weeks ago. Don't sound like mom, please. You should know me by now."
"Tell me why I'm having a feeling you will fall in love with this one."
"Lol, your usual feelings," I chuckled. "You said this when I was with my eighth companion, now, I'm about getting the fifteenth one. When I come to Dublin, I'll get you enough glucose for your strength to give you enough strength till I get to number fifty."
"This'd be your last." He said firmly.
"Goodbye Alex. Go to your wife. She needs you." I stopped the call before he could respond.
I glanced briefly at my wall clock. It was six pm.
'Still got an hour.' I thought.
I was going to the club by seven. I have to find number fifteen tonight.
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I was currently at the nightclub, at the VIP section to be precise, my eyes wandering over, hunting for my next number.
It's been two weeks since my dick got wet. Last time I paid for a whore, I couldn't get past the blowjob and I felt disgusted. That was when I kicked off with my short term relationships, coupled with the fact I had a reproductive health issue.
The women I was seeing in the club were not meeting to my standards at all. I have tasted redheads, different shades actually, blonds, three to be exact. My last number was a blond.
This time I was going for something new, something distinct. My number fifteen should have a dark shade of brown hair. Heard brunettes have a strong seductive force and they're quite intoxicating in bed. I could not wait to find the perfect one.
Close to thirty minutes and I was getting a bit disappointed.
'Extra ten minutes and no show for me, then I'm out of here.' I thought. Would check back tomorrow or continue my search tonight in a different club.
I checked notifications on my phone for a while, then looked up again. That moment, the door of the club opened and a woman stepped in, a brunette that has caught my eye this night.
Damn! A dick twitcher!
She was beautiful, really beautiful. The perfect dark shade of brown hair. She was on a strapless mini dress, black and shimmery. I could see her arms and thighs from where I sat. I loved her height, her body shape, her face.
I was so engrossed in this lady that I had no idea when the waitress returned with my order.
"Sir." I got a tap from her.
"Yes?"
"Your glasses of Mojito are here."
"Ohh, thanks." I had already forgotten.
"Do you need any other thing?
"Uhmmm, no... Wait." I put my hand into my pocket to get out some cash, then I turned to the table where the stunning lady had sat. She was joined by a woman and two men. They were having a conversation, seemed like they were friends.
I did not care if any of the dudes were her boyfriend, my mind was made up already.
"Do you see that table at the extreme, close to the window?" I said in a low tone.
"Two women and two men."
"Exactly, is the brunette a regular?"
She shook her head. "Never seen her here before."
"What about..." I put some cash on the table. "The others."
"Yes, I know the two guys, Sean and Blake. They frequently come here every week."
I motioned her to take the notes, then put my hand back for another set. "Can you get more info on them, most especially the brunette. I want to know how long she's going to stay."
"No issues." The waitress giggled quietly, picking up the new notes I placed on the table.
In less than five minutes, my intel came back.
"Her name is Evelyn."
A calm name. I thought.
"She's Sean's sister's friend. They are only staying in Galway for four months."
Perfect!
"Alright, are the dudes college students?" They looked like one.
"Yes, masters degree students at ATU, textile and fashion design."
"Thank you." I passed her the last notes of appreciation.
"I appreciate, Sir. You just made my night."
It just occurred to me that I got an invite to attend a fashion event at ATU this weekend. The dudes would certainly be there, with the girls obviously.
What a nice coincidence.
I had already made arrangements for my someone to go on my behalf. Guess, I'll have to attend discreetly.
I noticed that most people had left their table for the dance floor, including my new companion.
"Killian, this is your cue to have a clearer look at your number fifteen." I said myself, taking the last gulp of my mojito as I stood up from my seat.
I made my way to the dance floor, then I saw her. She was giggling and dancing with her bestfriend. Few more steps and I was behind her.
"Hey." I said, my voice raised. The music in the club was rather too loud.
"Uhmmm, hello." She spun around.
What accent was that? Sounds like American, not too sure.
Her eyes were green, reminded me of my emerald gemstones. Her lips were a bit full, the right size for a clean blow job. A small nose tip. Nice cheekbones. I'm a goner.
You made the right choice, Killian.
"Care to dance?" I pushed my arm forward, opening my right palm.