Saved By The One & Only

Huge investment

Amy's POV:

After the whole debacle on the elevator it wasn't long before we were all met with a hostess at the entrance to the VIP area.

Upon entering the area and being escorted to a private area with a lounge seating area. We noticed how immense the area was. The area's main focal point were the black and gold sophisticated chairs paired with an all gold table for the drinks. There was a glass railing with a gold plated rim on top that sectioned off the VIP but the minute you walked up to it, you could see that we were on the second floor of the main area where most of the normal people like Mia and myself would usually find ourselves in.

The area was quite stunning with accentuating drapes of gold, white, & black. The symmetry of the colors went quite well together and it truly did not resemble what a normal VIP room looks like. Most of them have outdated couches sectioned off to the right of the dance floor with cheap and usually broken down chairs; with especially over priced drinks.

Mr. Anderson catches me admiring everything and I can't help but blush and look away. He's probably embarrassed at the fact that I'm gawking at all of this.

It's almost as if he read my mind when he suddenly interrupts my thoughts.

"There's no need to look away Amelia. It is a quite beautiful set up here. I must remember to thank the stylist for decorating it so well." He mentions with a slight smile to me while we're taking a seat. I notice how stunning the mid back stool is as it is upholstered with a nude color seat and a breathtaking gold outlining trim that is intertwined with the seat and the legs of the chair.

Whoever decorated this has exquisite taste.

I look up to find him smiling at me as I come to the realization that he is watching me intently.

"Mr. Anderson, you own this place?" I ask him.

"Yes I do. I own several night clubs as they are a huge investment." He responds to me with a wicked smile plastered on his face.

Hmm I'm assuming the huge investment is referred to the many many desperate and underdressed females that come here and are always constantly looking for a man in the club.

Once we're all comfortable sitting down Mia and I have a quick conversation on how stunning the place is, while Mr. Anderson and Liam discuss a few things out of ear shot.

While Mia and I are discussing what to get for drinks, we take notice of not one but two slutty females walking towards us, clearly noticing Mr. Anderson and Liam.

One of them even has the indecency to perk up her boobs.

Mia and I suddenly look at each other and roll our eyes.

As they approach the table one of them instantly walks directly towards Mr. Anderson.

She places her hand on his chest as she welcomes him back.

I can't help but feel anger surging through me the way electricity runs through wires. You can't see it but you can sure feel it.

I notice him acknowledge her and he proceeds to sit up straighter to which she draws her hand back.

"What can I get for you Mr. Anderson? Your usual?" She proceeds to ask him with an extremely flirtatious voice.

The other one next to Liam almost tried to sit on his lap had he not stopped her.

Mia and I have to look at each other twice before having to rerun back to our conversation, but I could visibly see it on Mia's face that she was NOT having it. She seemed extremely interested in Liam and she seemed as though she was not too keen on another female being too close to him.

"My usual is fine and please make sure you grab the women's ' drinks as well." Mr. Anderson says to the female.

She trots over towards us.

"What's your order?" She says to us while feigning absolutely no interest in us.

She wasn't ugly either, which pissed me off even more. She had model legs of course, a slim body, a striking jaw line, soft features in her face, and long shiny blonde hair that cascaded down her back.

"Can I please order a fruity drink with Malibu in it? Only if the bartender can make something like that." I ask her kindly.

She rolls her eyes as she stops writing from her note pad to respond to me in the rudest way possible.

"We don't take special requests."

Just as I am about to respond Mr. Anderson speaks before I do.

"Then I will find someone who will take special requests or better yet I'll hire someone who can." He states in his usual boss tone from work.

"Yes. Mr. Anderson, my apologies." She responds with a quickness almost as if regretting her choices.

She quickly takes both Mia and mines and runs off to go and get our drinks. The other one follows suit with her.

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