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♛ A T L A S ♛

As soon as the car stopped, both Eddie and I went over to open the doors for the ladies and Spencer. I opened the door to Stella while Spence and Rory left through Eddie's side and being their giddy selves they ran in full speed to the entrance of the club while nearly toppling Eddie over. I don't know what they're in a rush for anyway, they need me before they even enter. 

"Thank you, kind sir." Stella replies jokingly, grabbing onto the hand I put out for her to hold in order to get out of the car.

"My pleasure, m'lady." I play along, trying to hide the smile that threatened to creep out. Eww, why am I talking like that? "And for the record, I think you look fuckable in that dress," I whisper slowly in her ear, smirking as I see her clutch her legs even closer together even though she was standing. 

I can't be around her when she's looking like that. And looking at me like that.

She's making my dick fucking hard.

 She drops her hand from my grasp as I walk to the door where the rest of our entourage were very impatiently waiting. Rory could barely contain her excitement as she was jumping up and down pulling Stella towards her and somehow coercing her to join her eager jumping. I'm just waiting for their heels to snap in half and for them to fall face first on the ground. 

I'm joking. 

The bouncers at the front of my club don't even wait for me to open my mouth and say a word to them before they open the door to my club wide open for all of us to enter. The bright multi colored lights with the booming loud trendy music welcome us as well as the strong whiff of cigarettes and alcohol.  

This was the conversing section of the club, where all the leaders and politicians came to meet and discuss their latest plans, who they had their eye on for the night, and the next stupid thing they're going to throw all their money and dignity to. Which, don't get me wrong, is entertaining to listen to but when you actual think about it, it's fucking stupid. 

The men and women sitting and enjoying their time at my club tonight were the same men and women who thought that business can't be mixed with pleasure. But, I think of it in a different way. You can mix business with pleasure and you also can be stupid enough to not know how to work well with the both of them. 

Which is why I don't let anything anyone says affect me, because they're not me. They don't know how to juggle two of the things you desire most at the same time. They don't know how to kill with reason and logic. And they sure as hell don't know how to be smart and even more so, quiet, with their next plans. 

All the eyes in the room normally go towards me, but tonight they were on her. 

I can't say that I'm upset, she's fucking gorgeous. But I just didn't like the idea of people looking at her, it made me feel something. I don't know what it was, or maybe I just didn't want to determine it, but for whatever reason, I wanted to kill everyone or anyone just for looking at her. I spared a glance at her and saw a sexy smirk tugging at her face. 

She knows damn well what she's doing. 

The part of the club we are currently standing and walking around at isn't the part where Rory's party is. We have to go all the way to the back of the club. The front part is only included to make it look less suspicious and more appealing or interesting to the eye. It's not like I'm scared that the cops will come and search it, I fucking own the cops. It's about what gives me the money.