Club Ace's

Xavier’s POV

I crashed onto the living room couch half an hour later, dressed in a fresh white tee and a pair of cargo pants. I’m currently watching the rerun of last night’s football game while clutching a half-eaten deli ham sandwich in one hand and the television remote in the other. I just sent Ms. Marian home and gave her the morning and afternoon off, so the place is unusually quiet. So damn quiet. I barely ever let my staff over on this side anyway, except to clean and use the kitchen. By now I would usually be balls deep in some bitch but I have to admit the silence is more comforting. I’ll just continue watching this game until I have to get my ass up to go to Ace’s.

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I lean back in the leather seat of my SUV, taking in the blurry nightlife of downtown Seattle. Dave, my personal driver, is the man behind the steering wheel tonight— I’m far too exhausted to get behind it myself.

The most sleep I’ve gotten in the past week is around six hours, if that even counts. I devote every waking hour and every ounce of energy I have into Xavier & Co Enterprises trying to make the company even more fruitful.

I throw my head back on the hard headrest, the thought of taking a quick nap sounds very appealing right now.

Very, very appealing.

The club is way across town anyway plus the late traffic will hopefully give me a minute or two to rest my eyes.

Pushing my head back into the cushioned headrest I willingly let the sleepiness slowly take over my whole body, until my phone rings sometime later jerking me wide awake from the dark abyss lying behind my droopy eyelids.

Growling, I blindly search the pocket of my blazer for the device. After swiping at the screen I place it to my ear. Fuck.

“Speak,” I command in a flat tone, suppressing the urge to growl at the unlucky soul at the end of the line. 

“Mr. Danvers,” the peepy voice of my new assistant filtered through. “Did I catch you at a bad time, Sir?”

Word to self: always check the caller ID. I’m going to start limiting the amount of people who have my personal cell number.

“Ms. McDonald,” I exhale sharply earning a wince from her, “tell me in ten seconds why I shouldn’t fire you,”

“Because... Sir, I really need this job,” she pauses, “and... I wanted to brief you on the upcoming trip to Tokyo.”

Great, she is taking every single thing I said in that interview literally. Yes we’re hoping to fly out to Japan in the next two weeks and yes I want to have my shit together, but in the meantime we have some important scheduled meetings to attend first. I like to prepare in advance, but this is just absurd.

I heave a short sigh forcing my eyes to look at the bright screen.

“It’s 11:13 at night, we will discuss this in the morning Ms. McDonald.” Not waiting for a reply I end the call sliding the phone back in my blazer. Closing my eyes I drift off to sleep with the soothing sound of late Seattle traffic fading in the back of my mind.

“We’re here Sir,” I stir at the distant voice. Way too soon. Cracking an eye open I look out of the tinted window confirming that we are indeed parked outside the nightclub.

“Keep your phone on you,” I stuff one of my credit cards and a small wad of cash down my jeans. “I’ll be calling soon.”

After receiving a nod of confirmation, I hop out the vehicle before I can ponder on whether or not to just circle back home. Stepping out onto the concrete pavement, I slam the door behind me before watching the vehicle’s headlights fade away in the late traffic.

Deciding to call Alec, so I know exactly where he is before going inside, I stroll over to the nearest lamppost and pull out my phone. Dialing his number I put the phone to my ear, my gaze wandered over to the long queue forming outside the vibrant nightclub.

“Hey man,” he answers on the second ring with a clear voice despite the surrounding cacophony inside--- I imagine. However, a fair amount of background noise still escapes through the speaker. He must have gone into an enclosed area to accept the call.

“Are we meeting at the usual?” I inquire abruptly. The sooner I down a couple of drinks, and lend my support, the sooner I can get some rest.

“Yes.”

“Alright. See you in a few,” With that I hang up and head over to the noisy club entrance. Completely ignoring the queue of rowdy patrons I head directly to the bouncer.

Neon lights and crappy grinding music attack me as soon as I cross the threshold of the small building. Despite the horrible stench of sweaty bodies and hard spilled liquor this place is starting to become a fortress of solitude for me. I wink at the female bartender, who had been eyeing me down since I walked in, before stepping into the suffocating crowd.

Finally, after navigating through a sea of people, I reach our usual secluded table upstairs by the rails. Only a few people including paid strippers occupied the large space; the booming music up here is a lot more bearable hence making it easier to communicate. Perfect, there will hardly be room for any misinterpretation.

“Thanks for coming bro,” Alec pats me on the back as leads me over to a bright crimson couch.

“Anytime.”

Turning to a brunette he sprouts off into a conversation, thankfully not making any attempts to introduce us. I want to fly under the radar as much as I can tonight. My eyes trail over the two laughing and tenderly caressing each other. At least he seems like he’s having fun.

Grabbing a bottle of flavoured beer and a flat opener from one of our open self-service trays I slump back onto the tough seat. This is going to be a long ass night. With a low sigh I easily uncap the bottle taking a long swing directly from the mouth. My eyes trail over the crammed blurry faces below as I place the almost empty bottle between my crotch.

Bunch of horny motherfuckers.

A poised figure steps out in front of me blocking the amazing view. Quite rude and bold as fuck. My gaze lands on the attractive face of an unfamiliar woman, whose provocative outfit shimmers in the colorful LED lights. She has to be a new dancer. I take in her glittering mesh top, matching thong and high strappy silver stilettos.

I am really not interested in whatever offer she is gonna propose… but then why not, my day was a bit underwhelming.

I mean I already have the stain of a notorious dick-slinger on my reputation, thanks to the fucking media. Why not take one for the team?

“Hey handsome,” She stoops to my sitting level and whispers in my ear. Her warm breath fans the side of my face, the foul smell of several mixed alcohol and stale mint fills my nostrils. Absolutely not. “Want a lap dance?”

“What’s your name?” I ask in a low tone, completely going against my better judgement. Might as well have some fun with it. She smiles coyly, bowing her head away from my ogling eyes.

“Kandy,” She moans out, almost as if she’s on the verge of cumming. Great, just what I need; an eager bunny.

“Make Daddy happy, Kandy.” Removing the beer bottle I pat my lap inviting her to sit.

Beaming she jumps from the floor to straddle me, immediately grinding on my crotch to the rhythmic fast-paced music. I lazily finger the shiny jewelry strung around her tattooed waist.

Initially I enjoyed the first few seconds of her sensual dance but now I am growing bored. Averting my attention elsewhere I eyeball the dance floor below. Two brunettes stumbling out of the dark restroom immediately catches my eye, one mouths something to the other before they make a beeline for the cramped bar. One of them looks oddly familiar though; maybe she’s a past lover or some bull. Our paths may have crossed in the past. She seems perfect enough, exactly the type of woman I am in dire need of right now. I need to get to know her but first I have to ditch this bitch.

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