HPDBC Chapter 149 And So The Night Continued
Chapter 149 And So The Night Continued
149 And So The Night Continued
There's just a certain kind of atmosphere one projects that just makes sure things work out for you. Which was why I dressed my best in a suit.
I know what you're thinking. Suit in a nightclub? Don't worry. One day, you'll understand.
I was welcomed by the sound of the deep bass of music as I pulled up to Nocturne, one of the most exclusive nightclubs in the city, and one of Astoria's. The valet gave me a respectful nod as he opened my door, and I stepped out, adjusting my cuffs. The line of hopefuls trying to talk their way past the bouncers stretched down the block, but for me, there was no waiting. A quick glance from the head of security was all it took before the velvet rope lifted, and I walked inside like I owned the place.
If my Koenigsegg Regerra and expensive suit wasn't enough to tell them just who I was, the devil himself wouldn't have been able to get in.
Inside, I took in the sight. The club was just like other clubs except more spacious and... expensive?
Either way, all I could see was movement and energy, flashing lights and bodies swaying to the rhythm of the music. I scanned the room and my eyes immediately found her.
Astoria Way. She was seated at the bar, drink in hand and legs crossed. She had the aura of one with power and even if this was a clubber's first time, they'd be able to tell that she wasn't ordinary.
She looked up and her eyes met mine, a slow smile forming on her lips. She was waiting for me.
"Right on time." She said as I approached the bar. "I was beginning to think you stood me up."
I smirked, sliding into the seat beside her. "Wouldn't dream of it."
She signaled to the bartender, and a fresh glass appeared before me. Whiskey, neat. A good start. We clinked glasses, the ice in hers rattling as she took a sip, watching me over the rim.
"So, Nico Voss." She said in the tone of someone who wanted me to know that they knew who I was. "What exactly do you want from me?"
Straight to the point. I liked that.
"Depends." I said, mirroring her posture. "What do you think I want?"
She tilted her head, considering. "I think you're not just some playboy looking for a good time. Men like you don't approach women like me without a reason. You move like someone who plays the long game. So tell me, Nico, what's your play?"
I chuckled at her words. She wasn't exactly wrong. It wasn't as if I'd approach her on an ordinary day just to have a good time. The only reason I was here was the $3 billion I stand to gain.
She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes shining with amusement. "Letting someone think they have control is sometimes the best way to keep it."
I chuckled, tightening my grip just a little. "You enjoy the game, don't you?"
She leaned in, her lips a whisper away from my ear. "I do. But only when I have a worthy opponent."
Our bodies moved in sync, lost in the music, lost in each other. Her fingers traced along my collar, her breath warm against my skin. "Tell me, Nico," she murmured, "are you here for business or pleasure?"
I ran a hand through her hair, letting my fingers come to a stop at the nape of her neck. "Why not both?"
She exhaled a soft laugh, tilting her head to meet my gaze. "I think I like you."
"That's the first step." I said, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear. "The second is seeing just how much."
And so the night continued.
By the time we left the club, there was no hesitation between us. My car was waiting, but she pulled me toward hers instead. A dark Bugatti.
"I'll drive." She said with a smirk.
I let her. Some battles are won by yielding and this was one of them.
When we arrived at her penthouse, she poured two more drinks, but they sat forgotten on the counter.
Instead, she pushed me against the wall, her lips brushing mine. "I don't let men think they have power over me, Nico." She whispered.
I smirked, tracing a finger along her jaw. "Good thing I don't need to."
Her eyes narrowed, and she kissed me. Hard.
And so the night continued.