Chapter 30

Conrad's POV

Clubbing has become one of my least favorite things to do. It could be because I've been occupied with work lately; it can't be because I'm worried there might be a repeat of the last time.

Here I am in front of a club, one of the private clubs in the city. I drove myself down here because it feels like I'm losing my spark, and the best way to reignite it seems to be clubbing.

Everyone knows me to be the bubbly type and a nightlife lover, and I don't want that to change. I have a cap on my head, and since it's late in the night, no one should be able to recognize me.

"Time to unwind." I coo, and proceed to step inside.

I left all my problems to Ward to handle, and it was the right decision. He has a team dedicated to solving all my problems, and it has been like that for the longest time. Whoever is stalking Diane will be caught soon.

She got herself a new number, and it was my idea. I gave her strict instructions not to give anyone besides me her new contact, not her colleagues at work, not even her relatives.

I didn't come here with her tonight because I need to explore. She takes the job of a glorified secretary to me, and she knows she's to please me sexually whenever and wherever I see fit.

The sex has been constant and feral, I won't deny it. Her skills in bed are top-notch; it's safe to say she's good at her job. I knew from the first time I had a taste of her body.

"Nice." I mutter. Friday nights are always my favorite.

The music is on point, and the ladies I've been seeing to, everyone seems to be having fun amidst the loud music. I know my way around. It isn't my first time here, and it definitely won't be the last.

It isn't the same club where I met Diane; that one was recommended to me. I make my way to the VIP area. All I have to do is take off my cap for a second so the security men can see my face, and they step aside without a word.

I don't expect the VIP area to be empty, even though I want it to be. I signal to the bartender. I have some words to say to him. I know I have to be extra careful so I won't add to the workload on Ward.

"I need everyone out right now." I whisper to the bartender when I get to where he is.

"Okay, Mr. Conrad." He responds. I'm not surprised he recognizes me.

He knows exactly what to do to drive them all out. I'm willing to pay any amount to have the area to myself and the lucky lady who gets to spend the night with me. Perks of being a billionaire.

I remain in a spot, not so patiently waiting for him to do as I instructed. I ought to have shown up wearing a mask and not a cap. It just occurs to me. Literally, I turn my back on the people who are about to be sent out.

Security men troop in, and for a second, I think a repeat of the last time is happening again. My heart does a short, ugly jump. Then I realize I'm wrong. They came in to drive out those I want out. Maybe the guests are refusing to leave.

"I've done as you instructed." The bartender comes running.

"I know I have a price to pay for that service of yours." I place my hand on his shoulder before saying.

"It's been added to your bill, sir." He says, smiling sheepishly. His loyalty can clearly be bought with money. He's nothing like Ward.

Companies reached out to Ward in the past. They wanted him as their legal advisor, and the pay was quite attractive, more than what I was offering him, but he turned the offers down just to be by my side.

My opponents have also reached out to him in the past because he has information about me that could be used to bring me down. They made him an offer, and again, he turned it down.

"Get me a strip dancer." I order him.

I don't have to give him a description of what I want. He knows my taste. I find a place to sit and make myself comfortable. I don't plan to drink, but I might have a change of mind.

A masked lady opens the curtain and takes a peek. The curtain separates the VIP area from the regular area. I wonder if she can see clearly through the mask she has on.

Her boobs get me interested in her. She has them on display. I find a mask on the table and don't hesitate to put it on. One of the guys who were bundled out must have left it there.

I know she's freaky from the way she moves. She stands right in front of me, and her finger lands on my nose. She proceeds to run her finger down from my nose to my stomach, slowly, like she has all night.

"Hey." I mumble. She has just placed her hand on my cock, and I feel that.

I open my legs and watch her get to work. Both of her hands are kissing the ground while her ass is on my cock, and that's such a dangerous position. Her ass keeps hitting my cock, and if she continues this way, I might ejaculate soon.

"Faster, Diane." I moan. She starts to go at a very slow pace, and I don't want that, not at this point.

Did I mention Diane's name just now? It seems I did. It has to be because she's been the only one sucking my cock for months.