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“I said to let them in,” he growled and walked over to the entrance.
I glanced up at the man to say thank you but was facing shock. The shock of who the person was.
“Holy shit,” I whispered.
“Isn’t that—”
“Yes,” I whispered, “yes, it is.”
“I can hear you both. No need to whisper.”
He laughed.
“Hello to you too,” he said.
Dillon
“Pour me a shot of something,” I said to the bartender as I sat in the VIP lounge of my club.
Ah, it’s great to be back. I’ve read many tabloids stating that I’ve “neglected this business”, but that wasn’t even close to the truth. There were different people set to the overseeing of the day to day operations here and at the head of them all, was Arnoldo, my lawyer and dear friend.
The briefing ran about three hours overtime and surprisingly, I didn’t hate that. After all, I am the first person aged under fifty to get the opportunity to open a museum that’s in tandem with the Smithsonian. I was breeding success in all directions and I couldn’t be prouder.
I didn’t remember the club being so vibrant, but then again, I came to visit every three months. And hell, a lot has changed over the course of three months.
“Take it easy, will you?” I heard a familiar voice say, and looking around, I saw it was Bryce. What is he doing here?
“What are you doing here?”
“Sister’s birthday got canceled, so we had to drive back,” he sighed and sat beside me. Things were looking rough in Bryce’s paradise. I can’t wait to tell the guys this.
“Where’s your girl?”
“She’s home,” Bryce said. “May I?” He asked as he pointed to the cup in my hand.
“Sure,” I said, passing it to him. “But what’s wrong, though? You never just come here unannounced.”
He started telling me about his want to not have children and her want to have. It’s safe to say he got into a relationship with someone who he barely knew and now it’s making him lose interest..
“If you don’t love her enough, let her go,” was the advice I gave him before he took a drink and left.
Flashes of light and shuttering of cameras caught my attention and before I could even move, I didn’t. It made no sense, these would be blasted by the second anyway.
Paparazzi.
And within the hour, I got a notification alert from Google.
NEW YORK TIMES
JUST IN: Dillon Xander, the billionaire entrepreneur, was spotted having a great time in the VIP section of Club Limelight, one of his own establishments. Fans are curious about his Friday night activities.
At least they caught my good side on camera. As I glanced at the dance floor, there she was.
My intern. She looked stunning in a simple dress that complimented her perfectly. Her olive skin shimmered under the dance floor lights, and her curly hair gracefully framed her face.
This was the first time I’ve seen her let her hair down, and I wished she did it more often. It was the first time I’ve really looked at her and appreciated her beauty. Her curves were flawless, her skin was silky, her hair was full of life, and her complexion was simply perfect.
Her dress is so captivating that it could make anyone swoon. I watched as her hips swayed to the beat of the songs and how radiant she smiled while ordering drinks.
