In an exclusive night club where I work as owner, it blooms in action. Full of life and people all gathering to enjoy drowning themselves in the night. Drinking until they're drunk, dancing until their legs go numb and mingling to find pleasure into it. The music busting through the whole club, deafening the moans filling the private rooms. A normal day for me as I make sure to check the club is in order.

From above and behind a tinted window of a private VIP lounging area with guards surrounding the door outside, there is a very familiar face that comes often to the club. A regular named Lance, Lance Ford.

Lance stands behind the tainted window. Smoking on his cigar while holding an old fashion glass, the rocks glass filled with some whiskey in his other hand. It's as if he's expecting somebody or waiting for somebody to enter his lounge. I usually walk around to check on the patrons, workers and people.

Lance keeps looking down at his watch. Still not here. He then goes back to sit on his couch, relaxing his body a bit more. He's relaxed but there's still a look of superiority about him. He then hears the door open of his private lounge and immediately knows who it is.

"I've missed you, doll." He says in his deep voice, exhaling a small cloud of smoke before taking a small sip of his whiskey. His cold eyes lock on me. "You look lovely tonight."

Lance looks up as he watches me closing the door behind me and approaching him. His sharp gaze follows the soft sway of my hips when I walk while also checking out my entire body as he eyes me up and down. He doesn't show it but a small smile slowly forms on his lips while also appreciating the sight.

"Tonight, I'm alone because I was waiting for you." He says while giving me an icy smirk before gesturing me to come closer towards him. Lance takes a small puff on his cigar again before looking at me.