The bass reverberated through the club, a relentless thump that matched the adrenaline coursing through Lorenzo's veins. He leaned against the sleek black bar, a glass of whiskey in hand, his lips curled into a smirk. The night was alive, electric, and so was he.
"Lorenzo, don't you ever get tired of this scene?" Mark asked, swirling the remnants of his drink as he leaned closer to be heard over the deafening music.
Lorenzo chuckled, shaking his head. "Tired? Por favor, Mark. This is where life happens-good music, good drinks, and..." His eyes flicked to the crowd, scanning for his next conquest. "...good company."
Mark rolled his eyes, but another friend chimed in with a laugh. "You're just here to hunt, aren't you?"
Lorenzo raised his glass in a mock toast. "Why else would I be here, amigo?"
As if on cue, a striking blonde sauntered up to the bar, her long hair catching the neon lights like a halo. She was all confidence, her lips painted a daring red and her dress clinging to every curve. She stopped beside Lorenzo, leaning in just enough to make her intentions clear.
"Whiskey," she said to the bartender, then turned to Lorenzo with a sly smile. "You look like you're having fun."
"I am now," Lorenzo replied smoothly, his voice low and inviting. "What's your name, hermosa?"
She tilted her head, her smile widening. "Why don't you guess?"
Lorenzo laughed, leaning closer. "Mmm... Isabella? Camila? Something beautiful, no doubt."
She laughed, a soft, melodic sound. "Close, but not quite. You can call me Kate."
"Kate." He repeated the name like it was a sweet indulgence. "Simple, but it suits you. Shall we make this night more interesting?"
Kate's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I was hoping you'd say that."
As they flirted, Lorenzo leaned in closer, his hand lightly brushing hers. Just as their conversation turned into a kiss, a group of girls arrived at the bar, their laughter cutting through the moment.
"Oh, sorry!" one of the girls said, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she looked between Lorenzo and Kate. "Didn't mean to interrupt... whatever *that* was."
The group erupted in laughter, but one of the girls leaned forward, her tone playful. "Don't mind us. You can continue... or not."
Lorenzo turned to the group, his eyes briefly scanning each of them. Pretty, but not enough to distract him. He turned back to Kate, offering her a wicked grin. "Looks like we've got an audience."
Kate shrugged, unconcerned. "Let's give them a show."
They kissed again, their chemistry undeniable. The group behind them cheered and hollered, but Lorenzo was already focused on his plans for the night.
Later, they stumbled out of the club and into a nearby hotel. The night blurred into a haze of passion and heat, the neon lights of the city streaming through the window like a silent witness.
By the time Lorenzo woke up, the blonde-Kate-was still sound asleep beside him. He slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her, and dressed quickly.
Before leaving, he glanced back at her one last time. She was beautiful, no doubt, but he didn't linger. Women like her were easy to find and just as easy to forget.
Back in his car, Lorenzo let out a satisfied sigh, already anticipating the hangover he'd have tomorrow. "Another night," he muttered to himself as he drove home. "Another story."
He stepped into the shower, letting the water wash away the remnants of the night. As he collapsed onto his bed, the faintest smirk played on his lips. Tomorrow would bring another chance to chase the thrill.
And Lorenzo? He lived for it.