Chapter 11

• A tall man in black suit walked into the club, and all the bouncers there rushed to greet him. His crystal blue eyes searched the whole dance floor, but he seemed not to find what he was looking for; he reached for his phone to dial a number as his eyes roam around the whole room before settling on a blonde sitting at the bar with four extra women. She looked so happy as she was downing her glass content.
• He furrowed his brows; if she continues like that, she will get drunk. He cursed and walked up the stairs to the VIP lounge, there were tables around, and people were sitting and drinking. He walked past them into a private booth where he sat, two bouncers followed him, and each stood beside him.
• There were a lot of people in the club, but his eyes were focused on one particular blonde in red skimpy dress. It’s been long he had seen her that happy; there were a lot of clubs in L.A but she actually chose his? Well, he can’t blame her; he owns about sixty-five percent of all the clubs, so there is no coincidence that she happens to come to one of his.