I am publishing the first chapter because it was completed. I did it a few months ago. Hope you support this story also. Enjoy reader nims.
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The velvet ropes parted as soon as he approached, his presence is commanding attention without a word. Tall, impeccably dressed in a sleek black suit that fit him like a second skin, he had an aura that screamed both danger and allure.
The bouncer nodded, recognizing him instantly-no need for a list, no questions asked. He wasn't just a guest; he was *the* guest.
Inside the club, the bass pulsed through the air, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding hearts of everyone who saw him coming in. The flashing lights flickered over his sharp jawline , lower lip that is attractively pierced with a silver ring, casting shadows that made him look like he was cut from marble.
He didn't smile-not the kind of man who needed to. His mere presence was enough to draw eyes to him, the kind of attention he wore like a crown.
As he made his way through the crowd, people instinctively stepped aside, sensing the power he exuded along with the intimidation scent of a dominant alpha.
He was handsome, yes, but there was something darker beneath the surface-an edge that warned people to keep their distance, even as they were drawn to him. He carried himself with the confidence of someone who had never heard the word "no," someone who knew that money and charm could buy him anything he wanted.
He reached the VIP section without breaking his demeanor, the doors opening for him as if on cue. Women glanced up, their eyes lighting up with hope, curiosity, and more than a little fear. They knew his reputation-rich, ruthless, and dangerously seductive. The kind of man who left a trail of broken hearts and ruined lives in his wake.
The club manager who is dressed in a sharp suit, nodded in recognition and led him to a quiet booth in the back. Here, the music was softer, and the lights were dim-perfect for deals too risky for the daylight. The private setting added to the tension.
He slid into a private booth, draping an arm over the leather seat. A waitress hurried over, her hands trembling slightly as she offered him a drink. He took it, eyes scanning the room with a detached kind of interest, as if everything and everyone were beneath him-but only for now.
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He was a red flag in human form, but that was the thing about people in places like this. The danger only made him more irresistible. Every gesture, from the way he unbuttoned his jacket to the way he tapped his finger against the lowball glass that was set before him, exuded control.
Across from him there is a man already waiting for him-nervous, sweating, clearly out of his depth.
"You're late," he said, his voice low, but with a smoothness that could be mistaken for charm, though it carried the weight of a clear threat.
