Chapter 10 Night Club

Samuel Pov

As I rode the elevator to my office. My cock is on fire, I need some relief. Oliva is one sexy, seductive woman. As I was thinking back to what happened in the car with Oliva, just moments ago. I could see her sexy, irresistible silhouette on my arm this weekend. Maybe, we may finish what we have started today?

When the elevator doors opened there sat my best friend, Chad Leyman. Fuck, there went my high. Chad owns a local night club, the Solar Star. Perfect company for him to own, he is a playboy all the way. He always has someone new on his arm.

I say, in a very annoyed tone, " what the hell brings you to my office today?" Of course Chad gives a sheepish grin and says, "a little birdie told me you are shopping around for a bride."

For fuck's sake! I rolled my eyes and in a irritated tone, "who the hell told you that?" Naturally, Chad smiled brightly as he told me it was Michael. My fucking brother! Why can't that leech stay out of my business?

Chad then said, "come to the Solar Star, tonight." "I have a new hot, sexy chick I want you to meet." Well, I have nothing going on at the moment. With a light chuckle and shaking of my head, I say, "I will be there around nine." Which Chad replied, "great, see you soon, got to bounce." Now back to business.

It turned out to be a grueling day. After the meeting I had with Mr. Morton and then taking Oliva to lunch. It has been non-stop. With mergers, acquisitions, and angry phone calls from company heads. I lost the track of time. When I looked up, it was seven o'clock at night. Shit!

It was like the universe decided to open up and let it rain, holly hell on me. I had not one minute to myself, just to think of Oliva and the backseat of my car. At least, not until now.

With a long sigh, I shut down my computer and locked the safe with all the important documents and contracts that I have been working on today. Took a deep breath and called Luka to my office and informed him that I would be leaving for the night. I said to Luka for him to pack up and head out, as well. I told him, "we will pick this up tomorrow, and have a nice night."

I headed down to the parking garage, where my driver is waiting to take me to the penthouse mansion. I sat in the back seat of the car that Oliva and I shared just hours ago, I can still faintly smell her perfume and her arousal.

Those memories come flooding back. Oh, it was one hell of a lunch I had. I am actually looking forward to the gala this weekend. I usually, hate those stuffy events, with Oliva being so bold after lunch today. I wonder what she will have in store for me after the gala?

I arrived at the penthouse in no time at all. I informed the driver that I would be going out in about an hour to the Solar Star. I opened the penthouse door, and I am greeted by my personal maid, Mandy. She smiles, and says, "Good evening sir, are you eating in tonight?" I told Mandy, "No, I will be going out to the Solar Star tonight." She nods, "alright sir, if nothing eles, I will call it a night."

I climbed the stairs that leds to my massive master bedroom. I stripped off my suit, tie and slacks and place them neatly on the valet stand. Which is next to the long length mirror. I head to the bathroom for a long needed shower.

I can feel the tension of the day melting away, as the hot water cascades off my body. After that invigorating shower, I got dressed in some casual clothes and I head out.

When I arrived at the Solar Star, it sure is extremely busy at the front entrance at least for a Monday. We pulled around to the VIP side entrance, and the bouncer opened my car door. When I stepped out, there was a barrage of cameras, paparazzi, and reporters shooting off quesitons.

Like, why was I here at the Solar Star? Who is my bride going to be? Have you made a decision on who your bride is? Holy shit, who in the hell leaked I was looking for a bride? I smiled and said, "No Comment!"

Chad Leyman (Samuel's best friend) Pov

I hear there was a commotion going on at the VIP side entrance. That should never happen. I radio my head of security, and tell him to clear every fucking on of those reporters, and paparazzi out of there. Our VIP is off limits, and those fuckers know it!

Next thing I know, Samuel slams open my VIP door, and collapses onto the leather couch. Samuel is mumbling some profanity, under is breath. Well, looks like Samuel was the commotion from earlier.

I say, "bro, you need a drink?" Samuel just looks at me like I am a total idiot. I had Tammy make two manhattans, and I also had her bring over a side of mini crab cakes and the aged cheddar block. Looks like, it is going to be a long night.

It sure turned out to be a very long night. After the run in with the reporters, Samuel lost it. He got smashed. I have not seen him this drunk since we graduated college. I had to cut him off two hours ago.

Samuel ended up, dancing on the coffee table. Of course, I got to get video proof of this. So, I took out my phone and I recorded Samuel. Obviously, I will use this later. I finally got Samuel some what sober. I had his driver come up and help me haul him to his car. After that, the driver took him home.