Infatuated (hsau)

chapter 1.

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When all is said and done
You'll believe god is a woman
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Harlow Dean

It's nothing but a typical night at the club. Business is thriving, everyone's smiling and the smell of perfume mixed with sweat and alcohol is growing stronger by the second. This club of mines really is my pride and joy, I put blood sweat and tears into making it perfect and it finally is. Seeing people come here with smiles on their faces, knowing this is the busiest club in the city and the sight of sweaty body's under the purple lights makes me feel like finally, I've done something right.

The best part is my staff, they make this place the club it is. From my bar staff who are some of the most tolerant people ever, to my strippers who never fail to put on a good show, Club Carnal wouldn't be half as successful if it wasn't for them.

We're all one big family here because I wanted this to be a good working environment as well as a good club. I manage to have a great relationship with each member of the team whilst being the owner and boss of the club which can be challenging at times but I'm just glad we all get along. Some of us lack relationships in our dark and dreary private lives so coming here is a safe space for some of my staff, especially some of the strippers. They come here to be who they want to be, to dance like nobody's watching and to literally have people at their feet dying for their attention. What they do is pure art and I'll forever be amazed by them.

Just as I'm about to do my rounds of the place, pick up a few empty glasses and what not, my eyes are met with an unfamiliar face, a face I can't picture coming into this club without a deeper reason. I'm not naive enough to be oblivious to the things men in this area get up to but I know what to look out for.

If a man is sporting a snake tattoo on his left wrist I know he's part of the pythons and if he's wearing a bird tattoo on his left hand, he's part of the vultures. The rivalry between these two gangs is something that not everyone is aware of but when you do become aware, it's all you notice. The pythons however are much nicer, much less violent and they're more of a gang for the people considering the police in this city will do nothing to help you unless someone's tried to kill you. Whenever there's vultures in my club they always start fights and all that does is ruin the night however the pythons keep themselves to themselves yet win't hesitate to step in when they're needed.

The reason for this whole rivalry? I have no clue. It's also something I try to avoid, not my area of expertise.

And what was the man with the curly brown hair, piercing green eyes and sharp jawline wearing on his left wrist? A snake tattoo.

What brought him here alone I don't know. Perhaps he's meeting someone or perhaps he's just coming for a night alone but whatever his reason is, the voice in the back of my head is screaming at me to figure it out.

The thing is my club is also known for the fact the staff are incredibly friendly and it is no secret I'm the one in charge here. That's why I often take it upon myself to introduce myself to a lot of the guests here, this mysterious looking python is no exception. Besides, he looks pretty lost standing at the doorway alone.

I make my way over, trying not to be distracted by the fitted white shirt and black jeans he's wearing because holy shit did he look good. A smirk forms on his lips when he sees I'm approaching and the man even holds his hand out for me to shake.

So he's a polite man, I like it.

No stop, I'm supposed to be in my I hate men era.