Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Alexei
I fucking hated weddings.
They were stupid and expensive and all for show. Why the hell did it matter if someone had a piece of paper to show your dedication to someone? It was all a farce anyway. The stupid piece of paper didn’t keep people from cheating or leaving. All it did was proclaim you loved someone even when you didn’t.
At least that was always my experience with marriage. With love. It was all disgusting. We married so we could fuck the same person for the rest of our lives? Yuck. Here we were about to do it all over again for my brother. I knew he cared for the girl but I’d never set eyes on her and I certainly had never seen them together. Ace was stoic. He didn’t show his emotions and that was why he was the best person to take over when Father stepped down. He was ready to rule the empire our ancestors started so many years ago. He’d probably been ready when he fell into this world without a single cry. They thought he was dead at first, he hadn’t even made a sound. He knew his duty before he was born. Father had probably indoctrinated him from the womb.
Me on the other hand?
I didn’t give a single shit. I didn’t want the empire. I didn’t want the responsibility. I had money from my own endeavors and I loved spending it. Especially on beautiful women and that was why I didn’t understand weddings or why people had them. Being with the same pussy for the rest of my life didn’t seem appetizing but Ace had to look good for the parents. He needed a wife in order to take over when Father stepped down. He needed someone to give him heirs. I could understand marriage from that standpoint. An easy lay every few months just to get a kid out of it and then go to your mistress or mistresses wasn’t such a bad idea.
I leaned back in the leather booth at my most frequented place and watched as tits and ass swung round and round. Most of the bridal party was scheduled to fly in at any moment, including the bride-to-be but I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Ace asked me to pick them up from the airport and I would, when my favorite dancer was done with her set. She winked at me from the stage and that only meant one thing.
Backstage.
Backstage fucking was one of my top favorite things in the world. Not only was it scandalous, but it was also dangerous and there was nothing I liked more than living on the edge. I liked it wild.