It was early evening but the 'Veil Club' was already bursting with energy.
Shirtless men were scattered everywhere, some shaking their toned bodies to the deafening music blaring from stereos while some walked around with drinks in their hands, eyes scanning around for a dance partner, possibly.
"Oh, yay, It's Friday!"
A naughty smirk crept up on Zander Caelen's lips as he stepped into the club, his shoulders curved in a smug way that screamed 'heads turn everywhere I go'.
And indeed, heads were turning to look at the 6ft tall man built like a fashion model who was walking in.
"Yeah, babies, feed your eyes..." Zander thought, his eyes twinkling with excitement. He was enjoying every bit of the attention.
Slowly but deliberately, his hands went up, unbuttoning his shirt.
Many couldn't look away when they caught the glimpse of the bad boy tattoo which ran from underneath his left breastbone down to his navel.
When Zander flung the shirt towards the crowd, one lanky man caught it and buried his nose into it.
Zander's smug smirk grew bigger. He winked at the man then walked to the bar, with his six-pack on display.
With a glass of beer in his hand, he walked back to the dancing floor and began swaying his head to the music.
"You look hot... As if you weren't from this world." A husky voice said from behind Zander. The person was so close that Zander could feel their breath fan the back of his neck.
"I know right." Zander replied smugly and slowly turned around to look at the man.
The man wore a tailored suit as if he had rushed down to the club, from work.
"Your voice is as beautiful as you are. I'm Roland." He introduced himself with a soft smile.
Zander nodded simply as if that was enough as a response. Roland, however didn't seem bothered. Instead, his left hand reached out to grab Zander's waist, drawing him closer to his body that their chests were touching.
A low moan escaped Roland's mouth at the feel of Zander's naked chest on his and he tightened his hold on Zander as if to tell him that he wouldn't be letting him go tonight.
His expensive cologne wrapped around Zander and he couldn't bring himself to get out of this stranger's warm hold even though he knew he should.
"Can we get out of here?" Roland's husky voice came out as a mutter.
Zander blinked.
"Why?" He asked, pretending to be clueless.
Roland looked into his eyes as he replied;
"We could go have some fun at my place... It's close by."
"I will pay handsomely." He quickly added.
Zander chuckled then rolled his eyes.
"I don't need your money." He replied firmly but not harshly.
"Of course, I know that. But I must say your beauty needs to be appreciated in every way possible. Some millions of dollars won't even be enough to do that."
"Please, let me appreciate this perfection with some millions." Roland said and Zander could catch the desperation in his tone.
Zander's lips curved into a soft smile and he nodded.
Of course, he wouldn't say no. This was how he earned his living---getting paid by men for being irresistibly beautiful.
Roland's hand left Zander's waist and took his hand instead, then he began to lead him out of the club, with a contented stride as if he had just won a trophy.
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Thirty minutes later, Zander was pushing Roland into the giant bed in a big, tastefully furnished bedroom.
They had arrived at Roland's apartment and without preamble, they had gotten down to business. The man had made it clear all he wanted was pleasure and Zander was ready to give him to the best of his ability.
While Roland stayed sprawled on the bed, Zander straightened up and began to pull down his pants' zipper, but not before removing a pack of condoms from his back pocket. He had been shirtless all along, so the only obstacles left were at his bottom.
"I can stay all night watching you... So fucking gorgeous." Roland mumbled, his chest heaving up and down as his eyes traveled down to Zander's huge, thick cock that had just been freed.
It was already standing at alert.
Roland's eyes caught the precum that it was already leaking and his heart skipped a beat as he wondered just how easily Zander got wet and ready for action.
Without waiting further, Roland sat up and hurriedly started undressing.
Zander smirked at his impatience. He wasn't surprised by the way, the sight of his cock would have any man trembling to be pleasured.
"I need you inside me urgently..." Roland whispered as Zander approached the bed.
"I know." Zander chuckled. He pushed Roland back to the bed, climbed onto the bed and settled himself between his legs.
Then, after wearing his cock a condom, he spread Roland's legs apart to reveal his pulsing hole and without hesitation, his cock gently began to enter the warm, gripping core.
"Mhmmm..." Moans escaped from both men's mouths.
Zander didn't bother to check whether the man had adjusted to his size or not, before he started to move in and out.
"Fuck me hard, please." Roland begged and Zander was more excited to oblige.
He drove harder into the man, burying every inch of his hardness inside Roland's receptive hole and Roland screamed out with pleasure.
While at it, his hand had found Roland's cock, gripping it firmly as if to support his balance.
"Oh my... I have never been fucked this hard before." Roland moaned, closing his eyes tightly shut, as Zander's cock fucked his hole relentlessly.
Then suddenly, the unexpected happened...
The door creaked open and a woman walked in casually. Roland's wife.
Her eyes widened in shock when she saw what was happening on the bed.
"What the hell?" Her voice came out barely above a whisper as a result of the shock so the men weren't aware they had a company.
Her jaw was almost touching the ground as she watched the scene. Her fists clenched at her sides and instantly, rage bubbled in her chest.
That was her husband of two years... Two years of deceit, obviously!
"Oh my, I'm cumming..." Zander drew out, completely oblivious to the bewildered woman standing by the doorway.
"No, you're going!" The woman yelled and in a blur, she had run further into the room, grabbed the flower vase on the table by the bed and hit Zander on the head.
"What the h..." Zander's eyes widened in shock before he could register the pain.
"Oh no!" Roland's eyes flew open and when he saw his wife, he sharply pushed Zander off him.
Zander hit the floor unceremoniously, his already injured head making contact with the hard marble, worsening his injury. Pain exploded through his skull and the sound of arguments above him grew distant.
Blood started pooling at his head and his lips parted in pain, no words coming out.
"Is this how my life ends?" Zander's eyes blinked and silent tears fell as pain consumed him.
"What the fuck, Roland? You are cheating on me with a man? A man? Why the hell did you get married to me then?" The woman yelled and threw the flower vase across the room.
Roland scampered to his knees and he was about to get out of the bed when he saw the blood gushing out from Zander.
"What've you done, Honey? You've killed someone." He half-yelled at his wife.
"Honey? After this? You must be out of your mind, Roland. No, you've actually lost it. Get ready for a divorce." The woman gestured dramatically at Zander lying helplessly on the floor, with his cock still pointing up, his body frozen in arousal, a monument to the lust that killed him.
"And no, you've killed someone so deal with it." She added and walked out of the room before Roland could stop her.
Roland clenched his fists in exasperation then went down from the bed to check on Zander.
"Please don't be dead... Please..." He breathed heavily as his hand shakily felt Zander's pulse.
"Damn it!" He sank onto the floor besides Zander's body when he realized that Zander was no longer breathing.
For a moment, Roland stared blankly at Zander's beautiful now lifeless face, wondering what he should do with the dead body.
Then an idea struck him;
"Nobody will find out if I burn him and throw his ashes away, right?"
Meanwhile, in another realm, somewhere between life and death, a pair of red eyes fluttered open, darting around in search of what had woken him...