Fake

All the affection he simulated, the fake warmth in his eyes, the mask he carried around me and the  counterfeit act of tenderness everything was just for show, this wasn't the man I liked. But the thing for which I should be concerned was, why did he faked everything and why was he doing, whatever he was doing with me, now.

We reached the door of the bar and a bouncer standing at front of bowed his head in front of Alantino and then smirked when he saw. Was this one of his bars? Or worse was this some kind of fucking place for his men? 

Alantino opened the door and shoved me forward that I hit my head on the corner and that's when I realised it wasn't some ordinary bar. The lighting was all pink and red in neon and the small area was filled smell of beer and so many floral scents. There were so many small cells inside it and few girls were serving liquor, naked. And the men were touching them wherever they wished to. My throat dried at the sight and I could n