Club of Hearts
It isn’t like the bars where Fourth usually works. It’s a playground for the wealthy, where only the elite can afford to sit in the VIP section. It’s where Fourth shines the brightest.
Referred by his best friend Phuwin, this place is his ticket to survival. His looks and charm make him the top pick for the highest-paying clients.
He sells the fantasy. Whoever bids the most gets his company for the night, whether it’s pouring their drinks, sharing shots, or whispering sweet nothings in their ear.
Tonight, the highest bid is a businessman twice his age. Fourth sits in the VIP lounge, a glass of expensive whiskey in his hand, the man’s hand sliding across his shoulder. Fourth barely flinches, trained to keep his calm no matter the request. It’s just another night, another paycheck.
The doors swing open, and he walks in.
Gemini Norawit.
His reputation as the untouchable, filthy-rich playboy precedes him. The club almost bows to him, girls flocking to his side, but his eyes scan the room, locking on the VIP lounge. It’s where he belongs.
But tonight, he isn’t the center of attention.
Fourth is.
Fourth has been working at the club for a week now, and Gemini has never come across him until tonight.
Gemini approaches, and the air thickens. He slips into the seat beside the businessman, eyes fixed on Fourth.
“How much?” he asks, voice dripping with arrogance.
The businessman smirks, sensing a challenge, and pulls Fourth closer. “You’re late, rich boy. Tonight is my turn.”
Gemini throws a wad of cash at Fourth. “How much, faggot?”
Thanks for reading my new story!
It'll be short but with many episodes, stay tuned as i work on this two stories.
