Ch -4-

William's POV:

My client forced me to come to this nightclub. To be honest, it isn't the first time. But my hatred for this loud place remained the same. I still couldn't understand why people came to this noisy place.

This time, the man I dealt with was a short, bald, and ugly guy in his forties. He was totally the type that would give people a nightmare, even after meeting just one. I did not know how he managed to find a wife. But I guess it was not difficult since his bank account was overloaded with zeros.

"I can't believe I agree to this," I murmured under my breath. The mere thought of me having to sleep with him later absolutely makes me want to puke.

But I had no choice.

Earning the title, a successful entrepreneur under thirty came with a prize. For someone who was thrown out to live in the street yet could manage to crown first place in the young entrepreneurs' list wasn't a blessing from heaven. It was a blessing from all my hard works. The efforts to get myself from being homeless to this position came from my sweat and blood. I would do everything as long as I could get what I wanted.

And that leads to why I am here.

When we arrived at this noisy place, my client guided me to a secluded table and left to order a drink that took way longer than it should. "Here is your drink, babe." He put the blue drink down in front of me when he finally returned.

I suppressed the urge to throw up when he called me that. If he called me babe, then did he call his wife honey? Something like that? Gosh, it was disgusting coming from his mouth.

"Well, why don't you drink it? It is a special order for me. I request the bartender to make it according to my invention. Try it." He sat opposite of me, propping his chin with his hands, and his elbows rested against the table.

I looked at the drink and frowned. The color seemed. I doubted the taste would be as disgusting as the inventor.

"Please?" He prompted me when he saw my hesitation. "I have been researching for a few days just to create this since I know I'll be meeting you." He pouted.

Ugh, fine. Just for today, old man. When tomorrow came, and I had your signature and money, I would never be your obedient dog ever again. After you signed the contract, we were done.

I grabbed the drink and gulped it down in one go so that the taste would not spread throughout my entire mouth. Then, I put the glass down forcefully, making a noise to show him I had consumed it all.

The man smiled triumphantly when he eyed the empty glass.

Something isn’t right, especially with that smile. I could feel it. I thought to myself.

Under the table, I sensed his foot sliding up and down my leg. I frowned and looked at him. His eyes were full of lust, showing no intention of hiding what he wanted.

"I'll be going to the restroom for a bit, okay? I hope we can get our business started once I return." He blew me a kiss before disappearing in the loo's direction.

The moment he left, my body started acting up. I felt weird and hot, despite the air-conditioned room. My vision turned blurry, and my throat went dry. And strangely, I felt a throbbing twitch between my legs.

It couldn't be! I widened my eyes in surprise.

I glanced at the empty glass and saw that its bottom and sides had some white powder stuck inside.

Damn that geezer! We're going to do it, anyway. Why bother putting aphrodisiac in my drink? I cursed inside my head.

I knew I was not a decent man, but I had never gone so low to drug or force someone. No matter what tricks I used, I made the other parties agree willingly. It might sound ironic, but yes. I had my policy to uphold.

"I'll deal with you later for daring to drug me," I muttered under my breath.

I needed to leave now before the drug took effect and made me spend the night with that man. I knew I came with that purpose. But there was no way I would do it while losing my head. Since he had gone so low to use this on me, I saw no reason to play nice for him any longer. I would get the contract in my old way.

My legs were about to turn into jelly. Still, I gathered all the strength I had left and got up on my feet. I was about to leave when a slender guy slid down to sit next to me.

"Hi," he said with a big smile.

I was not sure if it was the drug or reality, but his smile was really captivating. I couldn't take my eyes off it. In the end, I sat back.

"Look like destiny brings us together again. I can't believe we met again so soon," he continued the conversation as if we had known each other, though I was sure I had never met him before. "Thanks for helping me earlier."

What is he even talking about?

"I know it is against my policy to ask for a name. But I find it hard to get you out of my head. So, tell me. What's your name?"

"What is yours?" I answered with a question of my own, fighting with my labor breath.

He looked a bit taken aback at my question. Still, it didn't take long before he recovered and brushed it off with a smile. "Right. That is rude of me to ask for someone's name without introducing myself first." He extended his hand, "I am Luca."

I looked at his hand. Strangely, instead of shaking it, I wanted to lick each of his slender fingers.

Stop it!

I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head to get the effect of the drug out of my brain. When I opened them back, I cleared my throat and said, "People call me Mr. Zane."

He pouted at my answer. "You like to act superior, don't you? Even when I give you my first name, you still give me your last name. Whatever. Now I achieved my purpose, which was to know your name. I think I can sleep tight tonight." He got up and handed me a piece of paper. "Thanks again for your help earlier. I am not the type to owe anyone a debt. If you need any help, just call me. I'll be right there. Well, until then."

I honestly had no idea what he was talking about. However, his timing was perfect. I needed someone to take care of the weird feeling.

"Wait." I grabbed his hand as he stood up, preventing him from walking away. "You want to repay me?" I looked up at him, "Then do it tonight."

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