The Playboy’s Downfall novel Chapter 33

ZERO sat on the black leather couch in the VIP section of the club, having a precious moment with his drink.

“What’s wrong with you, Zero? Do you have any problem?” One of his colleagues asked. “You seem not in your usual state. I’d never seen you with other girls lately,” the man added.

Zero smirked and drank into his glass again while his eyes were flirting with the black girl at the next table.

“Zero?”

He arched his brow and looked at his companion. “What?”

“I’m asking what’s your problem and what’s with the sudden change—”

“You’re just being paranoid. I’m still Zero. I still fuck five times a day,” he replied.

The man grinned. “Oh. Don’t fool around, Zero Cohen. Maybe the rumor was right.”

His forehead creased and gazed at the man. “What rumor?”

The man sipped on his glass and put it down before gazing back at him. “That you’re getting weak.”

He arched his brow and played with his drink, turning the glass circularly. “Is that so? I don’t need to prove myself to be told as strong and a monster. Can’t a monster deserve some rest?” he asserted and scoffed.

“Well, even the monster gets tired. So, there’s nothing wrong with your agenda. But it’s good that you’ll be experiencing that. Maybe that’s the sign that you should find the right one—”

“You knew I hate commitment. It’s the last thing that I will remember. I’d rather become old and still single,” he uttered.

The man heaved a deep sigh. “There’s nothing wrong if you tried to enter and think for settlement—”

“God knows, I’ve been there and done that, Fred.”

Fred frowned slightly. “Is this about what Ti—”

“I don’t wanna hear her name. It’s been years and I’m doing good now. There’s no issue with that.”

Fred shrugs. “What if she will approach you again?”

“Well,” he sipped on his glass, “there’s no problem with that. Ain’t a fucking bitter person. However, the treatment will not be the same. She’s back and we’ve seen each other last week—”

“What did she say—what did you say?” Fred interrupted.

“We’re back like strangers, dude. Anyway, stop reminiscing about those, and I will get some fun with the lady right… over there,” he said and smiled.

Fred turned to the other table and saw the black girl, eyeing Zero.

“She’s beautiful. And damn with the boobies, dude. Seems like it’s cup Z,” he said and let out a chuckle as he looked back at Zero.

Zero shook his head. “You’re exaggerating, dude. It’s just cup D,” he replied which makes Fred’s eyes widen in awe.

“Damn,” Fred cursed, “you’re really good with it,” he added and laughed.

Zero tossed all the remaining liquid in his glass and then put it down on the table. He fixed his suit and stood up. “I’m leaving now,” he said.

Fred nodded and raised his glass. “Enjoy.”