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If I did, I wouldn’t be where I am, though.3013 and counting.
“How was your flight?” I ask to make conversation.
“Amalia struggled a bit. We might have to get her ears checked when we go back,” Mandy says.
Agreeing with her, I nod, “You should. She’s allowed to travel at this age, so she shouldn’t be experiencing these types of problems—”
“This is a party,” Weston reminds us. “The kids are fine. Have some fun, Jordan. Stop worrying for just a couple of minutes. You’ll love it. This is a legendary party!”
We’re overflowing with booze. Canons blast out confetti, scaring the shit out of me. I’m carrying, and I could shoot any motherfucker who dares to step unto my turf, but I don’t have to defend anyone tonight.
They pour me drinks. I get pats on the back.Happy Birthday, may I suck your dick?It’s not dark in the Main Hall because Katantians celebrate sex in the light. They don’t hide it.
There’s everything in here. Every woman I could ask for, she’s in this room. It’s just a question away. For some, I don’t even have to ask. They’ll spread their legs with just a glance. I don’t judge them. This is what Katantians do, after all. Am I too old for this? My body can keep up. I work out ten times harder than the average pricks with money on this dancefloor.
I could fuck their girlfriends.Objects. I hate that fucking word. I could fuck theirobjects, and they’d worship at my altar afterward.
At some point, Kamila and Fylox stop making out. They give us the time of day for five minutes before stepping out to the dance floor. I watch Fylox dance with the Queen of Katantia like it’s the most normal thing to do.
Mandy and Weston excuse themselves, and I don’t want to know what they’ll be up to in the corridors of the palace. The men overseeing the camera footage today will have a lot of sex to delete from the tapes.
In the end, it’s just me with a bottle of Hennessy. I pay attention to each sip. I don’t want to fall victim to my old habits. I was never an alcoholic or a drug addict because I have always managed to control my body. With everything that’s happened, I should be happy. Everyone in my life has their happy ending. I had mine, but I messed it up…
I let the kids have fun, and I make it a game to avoid the couples that are fucking in plain sight at my birthday party.
My sister is nowhere to be found, but I can guess that she’s somewhere supervising the party.
Bodies move around me. Waitresses exchange bottles, servicing the VIPs of the VIPs in their skimpy clothes. They’re doing this to get a rise out of me, but it’s not working.
There’s a woman at the corner of the dancefloor that reminds me ofher. Her side-swept cornrows remind me of a time when I first mether. We danced in the club, and I went home withher. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, out of this world, a cosmopolitan. She spoke five different languages, and she charmed me with a bat of her thick eyelashes. We fucked in the back of that club. I took her to a hotel because I didn’t have ahometo show her. I fucked her all night, and the next day, she was gone. That was when my life finally started. I only found out almost a year later.
I fucked it up.
I’ve spent my life chasing afterherghost.
My phone rings, saving me from my misery. I pick up without checking the caller ID.
“Hello?” I yell through the noise in the background.
“Dad, it’s me,” Alex says. I must focus to hear him. I’m about to shut the fuckers up. My son’s on the phone, and I want to have a normal conversation with him. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you, son. Thank you for calling. Is everything okay?”
“Yes,” he assures me. “I’m fine. Ready to win, as always. I had my breakfast, and I’m about to go shoot some hoops.”
“Good. You’re going to win tonight,” I tell him. I’m so fucking proud of him.
“How’s the party? Felicita asked me for a playlist, but I don’t really know what dance music you like. I doubt they can play Pac at a party on Katantia,” Alex says, and I fight the smile on my face. I don’t need the girls to think I’m up for fucking. I keep my face tense. It protects me from the leeches.
“So, you told her to play Backstreet Boys?”
“I might have,” Alex confesses, slightly amused. “She also has Boyz II Men, though. And ‘Fantasy’ with ODB. You love those songs. Don’t lie to me.”
“You could have missed me with that Backstreet shit.”
I hear my son’s laughter, and all this party nonsense becomes secondary. “How’s Kamila? Is everything okay with the babies?”
“Kendrick is with Aris, Valentina, and his cousins. Kamila and the baby… They’re fine, I guess? She and Fylox are on the dance floor. They’ve been intimate for a while now,” I tell my son, tentative about the details I give him. I don’t want to upset their dynamics.
