Tarek (Lakeshore #2)

Chapter One

Tarek

T hey say a vice is a wicked or immoral behavior. The person who wrote that definition never had a-ten-toes-curling orgasm while high off a drug of choice. There is nothing wicked or immoral about hearing a woman moan from the pleasure she is receiving from her partner. However, your vices, do plateau. Which, unfortunately, is where I am in life. I have plateaued. As my head sinks deeper into the velvet covered armchair, I feel more interested in the curls of smoke drifting up to the ceiling than joining the three women on the rotating bed.

The door opens and the clicking heels alert me that a new person has entered the room. Lifting my head, I drag my body up, in time to see my personal waitress coming in with a gold platter carrying my bourbon and cigarettes. I observe the thin delicate hand of the waitress as she places my drink and box of cigarettes on the table near me. What catches my attention is a small silver box.