MY BABIES' DADDY (On Hiatus)

PROLOGUE

Edited*

Smut warning.

Port Royal, Naples, Florida.

(Third Party Narration)

Somewhere in Port Royal at an expensive pub.

The night was calm.... Scratch that.... The night was buzling with people walking down the busy street of Port Royals. Some on their devices bumping into people without remorse, some cursing at nothing in particular, some fighting, some hmmmm walking into the pub at the other side of the street.

The obvious reasons - to release stress, to hook up with randoms, to get drunk and act foolishly, to just hang out with friends and not be a boring nerd, to hide away from abusive manipulative relationship, to find a one night stand, oh, lastly to show off that you are sociable. Yeah, in all this reasons, Liam's category falls in to release pent up sexual frustrations after a year of grieving and celibacy. Yeah that's the only reason why he was here.

Liam alighted from his newest black sleek Range Rover SVR Carmel edition. He inhaled deeply as he stood there letting the cool breeze graze his face lightly as he inhaled and exhaled. The wind, sweeping his white Cherub hair across his face.

The night was still young, it's just past seven. It's mid October and the weather is just a added bonus for him since it's one of his favorite times of the year.

Letting the door slam to an automatic lock, a petite short lady flinch at the sound and hurriedly scurried away from the short curly haired- feminine claded man.

He took short strides towards the pub coming to an halt at the front of a huge dark skinned bouncer flexing his muscles as he huffed and grumbled blocking the entrance. His hard stoic face was intimidating, not intimidating to Liam though, his muscles stretched as he fold his hands in front of him, a stupid smirk on his face as he rubbed his muscles at Liam's face. Liam scoffed at the man's childish tactics. Without wasting much time he took out his Identity Card and shoved it into the huge man's outreach large palm.

The huge bald headed man skimmed it before giving him a sceptical look, the age on the ID states he is 21(twenty-one) but, he looks nothing like that age, Liam stopped growing when he was 16(sixteen) blame it on his mother's strong gene.
All this while, Liam was looking everywhere but the man finding the club sign 'GLITCH' interesting. Who the hell names their club Glitch?.

the man huffed and Liam peeked up with a lopsided grin before grabbing the card and tucking it into his wallet. The man shifted to the other side making way for the younger man with a disinterested look to trot forward so the other impatient people on the line behind would move forward.

Liam sauntered into the large over crowdy heated room  his face unfazed as he weaved his way through sweaty couples deep throating and grinding against each other as the music blarred from the speakers scattered at the four conners of the dim litted room.

He got to the far end of the large pub that screams wealth and class from the full black marble floor to the full DJ set, The disco ball flickering blue and red light across the room

The pub is a huge one that stood just at the outskirts of the city, where popular and high class people flaunt their money. Hell, the cheapest drink in the pub is $190-$200 per shot. They even got dress colour. Black.

Varies of color of couches with black square oak coffee tables at the center strewn the room in vertical and horizontal lines.

At the right side away from the regulars, a big glass demarcate the room, at the other side of the glass is where the VVIP lounge is and that's where Liam is walking to. He opens the double doors and the cold AC dab his face with grace as soft music echoes in the room.