thepoeticmaster2121
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Alex Tiberius the second frowned, it was a simple thing trivial really but the waitress had placed his knife don’t slightly unaligned with his work. It was around nine o clock and he could tell just by looking at her tired eyes and faltering smile that she was almost at the end of her shift. It so minute so barely noticeable that he really couldn’t blame her for not seeing it or fixing it.
But he still wanted to beat the shit out of her for doing it
Of course that was always Alex’s problems, his few relationships had been fraught with his control freak like demands. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that he needed to control a women and eagerly embraced his BDSM mind set. Then of course it had all gone downhill again, he was unable to find a women who fit his profile, unable to find his “Ideal slave” BDSM club after BDSM club hadn’t been able to provide them either and he had given up and decided to be alone.
Again
He ate his food using his knife as if it was a scalpel to cut up his food in precise bits. He was nothing if not meticulous and he ate quickly but politely, he knew he should enjoy his meal after all it wasn’t very often he got to go to a nice restaurant instead of a rich one but the waiter had irked him and forced into light how unhappy he was emotionally and sexually so he wanted to leave before he did some thing stupid (or hot depending on your view). He was done about ten minutes later and he quickly asked for the check and pulled out his wallet form his black aramani suit.
He got the check and thanked her putting his card down and signing the necessary line, he took pity on the girl and gave her a good tip before stepping out of his booth.
He walked outside ignoring the people waiting for a table and instead pausing to pull out his car keys. He looked up watching a few planes lazily floating across the night sky before looking around. New York City was his favorite town by far, so full of life and as varied as it got. He could walk down the block and see at least twenty different races gender and likes and dislikes. It was the city that never slept (which worked for him because he detested sleeping) and it was his home even when he was running all around the world on business.
He started walking to his car ignoring the people looking at him; he was bound to attract attention even when people didn’t know about him. He was handsome with short black hair, chiseled features, and electric green eyes that drew people in especially women. His suits were made well so they always showed off how muscular he was and his nice physique. Some times he felt like a god among men but he tried to be as humble as possible, after all most of them had love, most of them had families and he didn’t have either one of those.
He was alone
But he still wanted to beat the shit out of her for doing it
Of course that was always Alex’s problems, his few relationships had been fraught with his control freak like demands. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that he needed to control a women and eagerly embraced his BDSM mind set. Then of course it had all gone downhill again, he was unable to find a women who fit his profile, unable to find his “Ideal slave” BDSM club after BDSM club hadn’t been able to provide them either and he had given up and decided to be alone.
Again
He ate his food using his knife as if it was a scalpel to cut up his food in precise bits. He was nothing if not meticulous and he ate quickly but politely, he knew he should enjoy his meal after all it wasn’t very often he got to go to a nice restaurant instead of a rich one but the waiter had irked him and forced into light how unhappy he was emotionally and sexually so he wanted to leave before he did some thing stupid (or hot depending on your view). He was done about ten minutes later and he quickly asked for the check and pulled out his wallet form his black aramani suit.
He got the check and thanked her putting his card down and signing the necessary line, he took pity on the girl and gave her a good tip before stepping out of his booth.
He walked outside ignoring the people waiting for a table and instead pausing to pull out his car keys. He looked up watching a few planes lazily floating across the night sky before looking around. New York City was his favorite town by far, so full of life and as varied as it got. He could walk down the block and see at least twenty different races gender and likes and dislikes. It was the city that never slept (which worked for him because he detested sleeping) and it was his home even when he was running all around the world on business.
He started walking to his car ignoring the people looking at him; he was bound to attract attention even when people didn’t know about him. He was handsome with short black hair, chiseled features, and electric green eyes that drew people in especially women. His suits were made well so they always showed off how muscular he was and his nice physique. Some times he felt like a god among men but he tried to be as humble as possible, after all most of them had love, most of them had families and he didn’t have either one of those.
He was alone