Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89592 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 448(@200wpm)___ 358(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
“Shut up,” I hiss.
“Ow, what the hell did you do that for?” she whines.
“Do you not see this guy? I’m taking my ass home,” I growl back.
“Mr. Hennessey has been waiting for your arrival. I have instructions to take you straight upstairs,” the bouncer booms in a deep, throaty voice.
“Ah, Fuck,” I groan.
Chloe rolls her eyes at me, turning me to face the entrance of the club once again. She has to shove me forward because I can’t get my feet to respond to my commands. I stumble inside behind the bouncer as he leads the way.
This place is beautiful, everything about it screams opulence. I try hard not to trip while looking around and following the bouncer. The music is loud, but not unbearable. The dance floor is packed.
I relax a little. This place doesn’t look as seedy as I had imagined it would. I can handle this. I nod to myself.
We walk up a gorgeous set of stairs onto a catwalk. The sparkling gold, translucent stairs and the black, iron and glass catwalk provide a breathtaking view over the entire club. You can see everything.
It also breaks off into four directions when you get to the center. The bouncer takes a left and we follow. As stunning as the view is, I start to pray that this catwalk doesn’t start swinging, because I hate heights. We get to the door at the end and enter a huge room that has burgundy velvet walls and tables with gold-and-black tablecloths.
It’s like we’re in a skybox at a football game or something. There have to be at least twelve people in here with us. I take notice of a table set with platters of chocolate-covered strawberries and bottles of champagne chilling. A sign is in the center that reads, Reserved for Sidney and Chloe.
When I get closer, I can see there are six huge bottles of Armand de Brignac Brut Rose Champagne NV 6L Rated 91 W&S in the oval bucket anchoring the center of the table. I lift my brow. Nice, very nice.
We take a seat and I really have a look around us. It’s a lot to take in at once. My mind has started to do the calculations on the offering before us.
That’s sixty thousand dollars’ worth of champagne, just for the two of us. I start to get nervous, but when I look at Chloe, I laugh at the smile on her face.
“Oh my God, this place is a dream for real. I didn’t even know this place was in this building. I walk past here all the time.”
“I’m speechless. Like, this isn’t even real to me. We have a table reserved for us, with sixty thousand dollars’ worth of champagne. I know how these guys from the district think, I’m not comfortable with this,” I whisper nervously.
“Listen, just give me the word if you want to leave. We can go,” she offers, but I can see the disappointment in her eyes.
As soon as Chloe finishes her statement, a gorgeous, huge, muscle-bound guy comes over to us. He has to be six-five, easy. He bends down and whispers in my ear.
“Mr. Hennessy would like for you both to join him.” His voice rumbles low.
I nod my head as I pull Chloe away from those personal bottles. We had an agreement, no getting wasted tonight. I don’t know what we’re about to get into. We need to be levelheaded.
I think my grip on Chloe’s arm is a little too tight. She confirms my thoughts when she turns to me, narrowing her gaze. She wiggles her arm in my hold.
“Relax,” she hisses in my ear. “Stop holding my arm like we go together.”
We enter another gorgeous room, but this one looks more like an office. There’s a black leather couch with red pillows on it and matching accent chairs. The walls are black-and-red suede with gold stitching. A huge sparkling chandelier lights the entire room, it looks more like diamonds than crystals.
The music is no more once the door closes behind us. I can only feel a little bit of the bass in my feet as I stand surveying the room. Behind a huge desk is a door that draws my attention just as a voice comes from behind it.
“Have my guests arrived?” A rich, velvety voice fills the air.
Chloe leans over to me to whisper. “Wow, I need to find out who the interior designer was for this club. Why didn’t I think of suede walls for my bedroom?”
We both laugh as the bouncer who followed us into the room offers us a seat. He opens the door that grabbed my attention, peeking his head in.
“Yes, sir, Mr. Hennessey. Ms. James and Ms. Sinclair are here,” he replies, before moving back away from the door.
“Thank you,” the owner of the sexy voice replies as he steps through the door.