Whiskey Type of Man

Luna Nera's Nacht. Warsaw, Poland

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It took me thirty minutes to go from their mansion, which used to be the condo I lived in when dad was alive─ not anymore, though, now that we moved to my stepmom's mansion on the northernmost fancy condo of the city, because it had an extra main bedroom for Cyryl─, to the easternmost neighborhood, where the fancy pub I'm heading to is.

It's name is Luna Nera's Nacht, which means 'night of the dark moon' in Italian and German with a tip of English, of which uncle Krystian is one of the seven owners with his friends.

My dad was the one who made the project, as he was a renowned architect and again, uncle Krystian's best friend. Mom also was the one who projected all the inner design and decoration of it, for uncle Krystian. So, yes, it's a bit risky for me to come here, but it's not like anyone in here knows me.

None of my professors from college comes here, since they may be rich given how well they are paid in the most private college in Warsaw for the richest, prodigies and most academically gifted kids, but they aren't millionaires or billionaires to frequent the pub.

I'm pretty low profile and my mom is an introvert who doesn't go out to display her children. That was my dad's job.

He was mediocre at it.

Parking my car in the private parking lot, I put on my heals again and walked out like a top model with my clutch in hands, putting the keys on it, too, after I locked the car thrice just to make sure.

As I walked confidently towards the two pair of pale skinned, dirty blonde, above 2 meters tall, identical twins who were guarding the wide fancy double doors of the pub, I handed them my fake ID, and they opened the doors for me. "Have a great night, pretty girl!"

Ugh, disgusting. I hate blondes. I blame the books since blondes are always walking trash bags. Brunettes on top.

Ignoring them with grace, I walked inside the pub and all eyes came to me, probably because I'm young, hot, and I look as rich as I actually am. I mean, I did inherited all of my billionaire father's properties and money, and I also have my mom's who is a billionaire on her own. Money will never be a problem for me, especially because I'll multiply what I have with my own talent and skills.

Focusing on a fix point, as Cecylia advised me, I walked to the bar and sat up on one of the leather seats. She told me that once in, no one will ask for my ID, since only those above 18 can come inside, which is good. The bartender, a pretty japanese tall girl with the body and grace of a model, came to me with a charming smile, "Night, night, pretty darling. What can I get you?"

"Hey, babe," I flirted, leaning sensually on my seat. "I want a Pornstar Martini with an extra dose of vodka."

Thank God my mom allowed me to drink since I was 14, and my stepmom is a master of cocktails and taught about countless of them. Including this one which is one of my favorites. It's made of vodka, prosecco, passion fruit puree and vanilla syrup. Monika also taught me how to make this and many other drinks.

"Anything to eat?" She tilted her head softly in a sensual way.

"What do you suggest, babe?"

She pursed her lips charmingly, "Everyone loves our Jack Daniels dark chocolate brownies with that drink."

"Then I'll trust your suggestion."

Beaming, she nodded and turned on her heels to prepare my drink for me. Alone, I turned side-eyed the place, only to find many eyes shamelessly on me, which made me a mischievous grin play on my lips.

"Is this seat taken?" A man with a deep voice asked me in English with a British accent, and when I turned around to see who it was, I found the hottest man I've ever seen in my entire life standing right in front of my eyes and I instantly decided I wanted him.

Perfect tanned skin, wavy ebony black hair with some streak falling sensually over his forehead, siren ocean blue eyes, long lashes, dark full straight eyebrows, full heart-shaped lips, sharp jawline, high cheekbones, thin high-bridge snub nose, deep dimples at both cheeks, perfect white teeth, small pretty ears with a serpent ruby earring adorning the left one, and without a beard just like I wanted.

Slander neck, sharp collarbones, wide and broad shoulders, his entire upper and lower body sculpted in muscles in a way that I can tell through his black fancy Armani suit, his legs longer than my life. Big veiny hands with slander fingers with some rings on, as well as a black Rolex watch on his right wrist and a obsidian serpent bracelet on his left one. He's so fucking tall that he must be near 2 meters tall.

He has a big dick energy too. I bet he's bigger than average.

Taking him in a fraction of a second, making sure not to gawk at how flaming hot the man is, I smirked sensually, "It'll be if you take it," I answered in fluent English, also in the British accent I took from my mom, since she speaks like that because her maternal family is from London and lives there, and she studied her entire elementary and middle school in there, before moving back to Poland to complete highschool and attend to college here.

The later was delayed a bit, given how she had the magnanimous me at 17.

I never went there to meet them, but I did go to London without them knowing, with Cecylia, for our 15th birthday.

"Can I?" He purred, sapphire eyes on mine, burning with desire.

"Of course," I said swiftly. "You're not from Poland, are you?"

"I'm half Polish, but what gave it away?" He grinned as he brought the seat very closer to mine and towered over me even siting down.

"The accent," I licked my lips. "Half British, are you?"

A nod, "Yes, love."

Sweet baby Jesus, did this deity just called me Love? I think I'm combusting. Let's keep it calm.

"What's your name, love?"

"Dakota," I lied. "Yours?"

"Rafał," oh?

"A Polish name," I purred. "And a pretty one. We have lots of weird names compared to the ones you must be used to seeing in the UK," mine isn't weird but is very Polish. Sounds Russian too, if you may.

"My parents did their best to choose good ones," he turned even more towards me, making his long legs brush my naked one. "Are you single, love?"

"I wouldn't be flirty with you if I wasn't, Rafał," I grinned.

"My name certainly sounds heavenly when you say it, love," he closed his eyes for a sec. "I'll keep the ring of it even if we don't work out."

So, he wants us to work out? YES.

"I hope none of those rings you're wearing are a symbol that you're in any kind of relationship either, Rafał," I said his same again, now aware that he enjoyed.

"I wouldn't be flirting with you if I was either, love. You could say my family gave me trust issues regarding romantic relationships, as most of them either cheated or were cheated on. One of them even had two lives with two different women. It gets worse and worse, and all of that topped up with me being traumatized by it!"

His honesty made me like him even more, "We have that in common then. I'm also traumatized because of my family and their cycle of cheating and getting cheated on. My trust issues can be a problem," I crossed my naked leg sensually over the other covered with the silk red dress. "So, what are those rings for? Fashion?"

The smile he gave me definitely made me all warm and pulsing down there. "My Polish paternal family has a tradition of gifting rings to the boys in special occasions, so, family tradition. I don't want to bored you out with it, love," ugh, I'm in love with this man.

"That doesn't sound boring at all, Rafał. Besides, I want to get to know you better," I leaned closer, giving him all of my attention.

And the pretty japanese girl chose to come right at that moment, "Here it is, pretty darling, your Pornstar Martini cocktail with our Jack Daniels dark chocolate brownie," she winked.

"Thank you, babe," I winked back at her.

Her eyes turned to Rafał, "And what will you want, handsome?"

"Triple Jack Daniels with ice," oh, he goes strong. "I'll also want the same brownie you got her," nodding, she left to get his order.

He does look like a whiskey guy. "You should try a Tennessee Tea Cooler sometime. You might like it, if you ask for them to add a extra triple dose of Jack Daniels on it."

It's one of my mom's favorite. Jack Daniels honey, lemonade, and peach puree. A drink that can be manageable according to the amount of whiskey you want on it.

His blue eyes beamed with my words, "You enjoy cocktails, love? Aside from the one in your pretty hands?"

He thinks my hands are pretty?

Taking a sip of my cocktail, I offered it him, "It's pretty delicious, do you want a taste?"

"Only if it's from your lips," oh my God.

Bringing the glass to my lips again, I took another sip and put it down, then I leaned closer to him, which was easy given how close we already were, held his face with my hands and pressed my lips on his, decided to go all out and take all the opportunities I possibly can.

I might never see him again after this weekend.