My Hottest Man's
Chapters 15. Love is Torture

His fingers still held the golf stick, paled.

"Mrs, let me drive you home! Mrs Yves asks you and Mr. Oskan to return for dinner soon."

Stefano stood at the door, approaching Belliza who was clearly staring at Oskan.

"Yes, take your mistress home Stefano! No need to come back here again. You're fired, Mr. Stefano. Go and entertain him! I saw you turn to Belliza!"

"I followed you here. Stefano doesn't know our business!"

"Take Belliza out of here!"

"I can do it myself!" sahut Belliza was full of condemnation, knowing her lips hurt because it felt sore when she spoke.

"Madam, let's go back to Mrs Yves' hotel waiting for you, as well as Mr. Lucio and Miss Charlotte."

"Tell Mrs Yves, I'm not going back home. And they can ask Oskan Devano's girlfriend to make a wedding dress for Miss Charlotte. Don't ask Bellova for help, my sister won't replace me again."

Oskan Devano. Realize mistake.

"Belliza! Let's talk! I didn't mean ...."

"Don't mean to cheat?"

"Beliza ...."

"I noticed that Helena's costume design for sleeping with you is very good, Mr. Devano. He could've made something for cousin Charlotte to wear."

"Belliza!"

"You should wait until I'm done with my work. You might not get in trouble."

"All right, I'm sorry."

However, Belliza stepped away. Oskan chased from behind, not daring to touch Belliza because Helena was standing there, crying. Oskan considered Helena's feelings more than the woman who gave birth to her child.

"Belliza!"

Thankful the taxi is still ahead. Belliza got into the taxi.

"I'll drive the madam home." Stefano went awry, bent over the edge of the window.

"No, Stefano. I want to be alone. I'll send you some money. Thank you for your help. Go to the Studio. Someone's gonna give you a decent job."

"I'm sorry for this situation."

"Forget over! My husband loves other women, what can I do?"

Taxi drove away from the dwelling that Oskan said his home. Can he sew up the wounds in his heart? Can you put out the burning heat? Disappointed and desperate. Did his sister cry over Oskan when she found out he was sleeping with Oskan. Although he had similar feelings for Oskan, Belliza was completely unaware of what he was doing.

"Where are your goals, ma'am?" Taxi driver buys his daydream.

"Where do people run away when they need an outlet on anger?" ask the taxi driver.

"Possible place of worship? You can calm down and complain."

"Oh no, I don't want to be grateful for my situation nor do I want to complain."

"You're just desperate, madam."

"Do I look like I believe?" Massaging forehead. "I often ask for help to make my husband love me. I'm waiting for a miracle, but it won't happen."

"If God doesn't grant your wish, He has something else."

"Good consolation."

"If you've felt worthy enough for her, keep an attitude and be loyal only to your husband, but he remains unfaithful to you, then he's not yours. And you belong to someone better than him."

"Can I find someone better than him, and I feel swept away by my husband's love."

The taxi driver seems to have a lot of problem customers.

"You're going to Luxury Bar & Club? They just opened at this hour. There is no crime because the rules of the host are very strict. People just gather to relax and enjoy the song. If you are too drunk to go home, you can book a room upstairs. There was a sparkling sunrise over the Tejo river from their terrace. You will see beauty and be grateful you are still breathing to live life. It might calm your mind and help you work through the problem."

"You ..., is one of the best Lisbon has, sir."

Belliza just doesn't know how to get rid of the tragic sadness in her heart. It's down in Luxury, the best place to escape. Skip lunch, dinner and drink right away; plus the shadow of Oskan and Helena that kept swirling around in his head, of course he started to get nauseous and dizzy. He needs more drinks, maybe some Bourbon or Whiskey shots. Every time he rises to the surface, love for Oskan drags him back.

Paying a sum of money to the taxi driver, he queued at the club entrance. Very crowded at night.

A short-haired doorman girl with no smile, a little rude and arrogant quickly selected the visitor. Some people are not allowed in. Until his turn.

"€ 300 por pessoa, Senhorita." Swaggering. (300 Euros per person, Miss)

"Ummm, sorry, € 30 maybe?"

"No, 300 Euros."

"€ 300?! If you were me, would you pay € 300 to get in there? The music was even too sleepy," belliza lamented. He doesn't have that kind of cash and this haughty doorman girl just wants cash. Is this girl Oskan Devano's dark lover too? He seems to want to kick Belliza away from the club.

"Yes, why not? I love the slow-spinning techno music" the girl replied mocking him.

"But, didn't some guy just pay 15 Euros?"

"They're in the criteria."

"Do you want to blackmail me just because I look like a foreign tourist? Is it because I'm like a fairy from the sky?"

Can't avoid a discussion.

"You can go somewhere else and pay 10 Euros, Miss! If I don't let you in, you can't force."

"Oh my God, I just want to enjoy the night. May I ask?"

"No! Get out of the way, the back man in line. You're wasting my time!"

"Managers and owners of this place need to be informed of your bad behavior. Oh, my God."

"Go Miss!"

"I'm just someone who wants to spend my best time here." Belliza actually screamed at the doorman girl until the security guards came.

"It's none of my business!"

Belliza became hurt, she was expelled by her husband in order to make love with the affair. They may be in a union between the mess he's made. Maybe he was laughing at her. Now, he was sent off by the club's rude doorman and had no manners.

"This woman is with me" said someone holding her arm, emerging from behind. The voice that has resonance is fixed by the masculine image according to Belliza until she looked up. A tall enough man smiled at her. A familiar smile, but he did not know who the man was.

"Mr Vargas?" complains of the doorman. "This lady is drunk. The road staggered."

"Hey hey, watch your mouth, lady!" snapped Belliza. He was drinking and a little dizzy but not drunk.

"Note to your service, Tania!" scold the Mr. Vargas on a bad girl named Tania. "I'll take him in through the VIP door."

The doorkeeper bowed as they passed by. Mr. Vargas didn't let go of his hand, leading Belliza into the main room.

"People will stop reservation here because of the worst service. Oh, it's still tolerable but an insult? Isn't it very unethical? Do we drink gold wine with 300 Euros? Just because I look scared, I need to pay 300 Euros to get inside?" belliza Protest. "The staff here have to go to other luxury clubs in this part of the world. Luxury and elite clubs to see maximum service received by customers. Oh, the owner of this place wants to look classy but I think this club is just a litter box."

Mr. Vargas is smiling one side of his lips.

"Maybe the woman slept with the owner of this place. That's why his attitude is arbitrary." Belliza did not understand where the idea came from. However, he thinks the same kind of woman at the entrance of the club as Helena, do anything for money. He groaned unconsciously. He's sure, Oskan's sleeping with Helena tonight. Unknowingly holding his chest.

"Opini is limping unilaterally" said Mr. Vargas disagreed. "The owner of this club may just be too busy working to forget about inspections. You need to post a review later for the owner to read."

"Poor owner. If my man is like Miss, I've been kicking him out a long time."

"Try telling the owner."

"This business needs improvement on all fronts. Even the beauty of the interior is so flawed because of the unfriendly behavior of the staff, impressed haughty. Some women look cheap and disgusting to my eyes. Thank you for bringing me in."

"If you are too tired, you can buy a ticket upstairs. The atmosphere is different."

"No, thank you. I'm just going to blend in and enjoy the music on the ground floor. Then, it will go away when it feels better. See you ..., em .., Mr. Vargas," Belliza said among the '90s rock songs that were full of nostalgia. "Your name sounds like my husband's asshole cousin's name."

Ambiguous.

"Your goddamn husband's cousin or your jerk's husband?"

"My husband's a jerk," said Belliza. "I've never met my husband's cousin. I hope he's not a jerk like my husband. Nobody knows, they're one descendant. My husband's cousin might as well be a jerk."

"Perfect guess but not enough to be used as a reference. Just because they're cousins, maybe your husband's cousins are jerks, too?"

"Yes. It's probable. See you," Waving Belliza off to the ground floor, thinking she left Mr. Vargas. The man followed behind Belliza and stood not far away. Sign the bartender to chat with Belliza.

The crowd of visitors for Belliza are the heads of the night-world warriors. They enjoy the song. Music transitions from casual to alternative then something more fantastic.

"I just want to get away from something!" belliza sat in the high chair.

"Your day is bad enough as it is, Miss," said the bartender.

"I have a husband and a daughter."

"Oops, Mistress ...."

"Give me something!"

"Gin and tonic?"

"Something darker."

Belliza over there, it took a few shots for relaxation. However, he was mistaken. His body was calm but Helena's shadow over Oskan's lap, unwilling to leave. Too obvious to just remove it. He cupped his face and sobbed. Ask for extra drinks but be refused on someone's instructions.

"Wanna go upstairs? It's quieter and more relaxed there. You're drinking too much too, Belliza."

That heavy sound. Belliza turned her head, finding Mr. Vargas by her side. The man took the drink out of his presence. Too gray to ask where the man knew his name from.

"I'm not drunk, but I want to vomit."

"All right, stop drinking."

Belliza got up about to step but the floor seemed to be bumpy. He fell in Mr. Vargas' arms and was carried to the exit of the floor.

"Who are you, Sir? Your smile is like my fucking husband."

"You don't know me?"

"No! Do I need to know everyone?"

"Not really."

"Are you an adult film actor?" belliza's asking is getting haphazard. Mr. Vargas looks like that. He realized now after drinking. The excessively sexy face that the woman who looked at Mr. Vargas only thought of "hot scenes". Belliza shook her head, getting dizzy. He's drunk.

"Your lips are bleeding!" reprove Mr. Vargas. "Did Oskan Devano hurt you?"

"Yes, I went to Oskan with his girlfriend. He's angry at me, "Belliza's fight is being too honest with Mr. Vargas, can't control her mouth to stop talking.

"You know Oskan? I said I loved her so much but Oskan said, I stopped loving me. He told me to stop being crazy and he slapped me in front of his mistress."

And I am so blue. Cantillate.

"He even had our driver comfort me. Do I look cheap? Fucking Oskan, that jerk .., I love Oskan. You know Helena too? Is she prettier than me?"

"I didn't know there was a woman more beautiful than you."

"Yes, there he is. He was wearing something to make his chest look big" Belliza lamented, wiping tears at Mr. Vargas's suit.

"It's bad. I stole Oskan from my brother. I deserve this. But what if Oskan likes to cheat? Wouldn't my brother suffer? If Oskan still loved Bellova, wouldn't he just have to chase after Bellova? Why go on ja***** cheap like Helena."

Belliza's stomach sounds weird.

"Have you had dinner?"

"I haven't eaten since lunch."

"alright. Stop talking, Belliza. Your lips are getting bloody. You want to eat something."

"Yes." Yeah."

"What's that?"

"I want to swallow Helena round. Oskan you fuck. Do you deserve Cheryl?" Hit the chest of the man carrying her. "Take me to Aunt Oskan's house."

"All right."

"Oh no. I don't like to look bad. Call me a taxi, I'll go home to Barrancos and hug my daughter."

"Let's just calm Belliza."

"Down me!"

Belliza forced her way down, staggered. Back to Mr. Vargas. Support Belliza, take her to the upstairs room. Go to one of the rooms. Heading to the bed, Belliza threw her body and pulled Mr. Vargas with her.

"Kill I love you. Don't leave me." Sniffled.

"I love you" Belliza repeated in tears. Once again use Mr. Vargas's suit to wipe away the tears. He pulled the man's tie on him until their faces almost touched.

"I love you, Oskan," said Belliza again staring at the man in front of her in despair. "Love me, please."

"Beliza ...."

Tears slowly, then her lips. The man will kiss her. Belliza close your eyes, trace Mr. Vargas' tie. Find the widest side, lift the object in time when his lips will be touched and squirt out of the nose on Mr. Vargas' tie.

"Oh shit, I want to shit."

Oaaaakkkk ..., Oaaaaqkkk ....

Lucio Vargas clutched his cousin's wife, left the front of his body filled with vomit. Massaging Belliza's back slowly, answering the call.

"Lucio, did you find Belliza?"

"Yes Mom, Belliza's with me."

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