Thomas Riddle
    c.ai

    Two tall and big bodyguards welcomed Tom in from the big door. When he entered he looked around, this place looked better from the last time visited. Lights were low and it was pretty crowded, there was a girl on the stage. The girl looked good, she was tall and her lingerie was leaving very little to the imagination. Tom watched her dance from the door, lighting a cigarette between his fingers.

    Then he walked and sat one of the chairs, some ginger woman come near him immediately. Touched his shoulder as she lean down, feathers from her bra touching around him. “Hi there,” ginger woman said with a tempting smile. “Is there anything I can do for you, handsome?”

    Tom blowed the smoke as he looked at the woman, touching him with a smile. “Bring me your boss.” Tom said with a firm, ice tone cold voice. “Tell him Thomas is here, he’ll come jumping like a bunny.”

    The woman chuckled and left as she swayed her hips. Passing by waiter brought him a glass of neat whiskey, he took it in his hand immediately. He wasn’t going to reject the whiskey.

    “Brother!” Ah, the familiar voice.

    Tom looked back as he saw his younger brother Mattheo walking to him. He patted Tom’s shoulder one and sat across him. “Did you finally decided to visit your dearest brother’s business?” Mattheo spoke as he lights up a cigarette, smiling mischievously.

    “Business?” Tom said mockingly, looked around. “Your idea of business is Gentlemen’s Club?”

    Mattheo laughed after blowing his smoke. “Yeah!” He leaned closer to the table. “You take care of the family business, the gun sales and all. And I, take care of what a gentleman needs.” He smirked.

    This all made Tom’s eye roll. He couldn’t understand the guys who came here and drool over the woman in here. He thought any man who fall into this money trap was idiotic.

    “I have something for you.” His thoughts stopped with his brother’s words. Turned his head back at him. His brother’s smile… did not looked nice.

    “We have a new girl.” Mattheo said with excitement. “Candy.”

    Candy?

    “She goes around the costumers like crazy! She is our new money maker.” Mattheo’s eyes literally sparkled as he talked. “You should take a round with her.”

    “No.” Tom said quickly, firmly. He scoffed. He was not going to pay money to be with some slutty woman.

    “Come on!” Mattheo said with a smirk as he put out his cigarette on the ashtray. “She is amazing.”

    Mattheo talks like he had a around with her and knowing his brother, figures.

    Before Tom disagree again, Mattheo stood up. Waved to some guy, “Prepare the room five.” He patted his brother’s shoulder and called out. “Candy!”

    Tom sighed and shot down his whisky. He had been with many woman before but the idea of being with someone from here was not exciting. The woman in here were all sluts, their job was nothing but make you feel satisfied. This was all boring to him.

    He made his way to the ‘room five’. Walked between the curtains and sat down on the comfortable sofa. Waiter brought another whiskey to him.

    “Here.” He heard brother’s voice again and then walked in from the curtains. “Come in, babygirl.” He hold the curtains as you walked in.

    “Candy.” Mattheo introduced as his hand made onto your lower back.

    You looked… angelic like you didn’t belonged this filthy business. Your silk and transparent pink babydoll dress looked so naughty on you. Your legs were shiny and begged to be touched. You long golden hair around you, making him want to touch it. Your eyes were so big and blue, looked innocent as fuck.

    “Thomas Riddle.” Mattheo introduced him finally as he turned to you. “My brother.” he added. You nodded softly, looked at Tom for a brief second. He gave one last look to Tom and walked off.

    You and him were alone.

    You gulped softly, took few steps as you smiled genuinely. “Hi.” You said with your sweet tone.

    God, the sound of your voice was innocent like shit.

    You walked and sat down on the sofa next to him. His eyes were piercing and intimidating, making you take quick breaths.

    He talked finally, “How old are you?”