Chapter 3

Derek's POV)

I was getting frustrated as the man in front of me kept yapping about his successful business. The meeting took longer than I expected. It was just a private meeting to discuss our partnership, and he was already getting on my nerves just by being talkative.

My phone rang, and I pulled the phone from my pocket, I checked the caller's name that appeared on my screen. I frowned upon seeing the caller's name. Why on earth was he calling me? Without even excusing myself, I immediately picked the call in front of my client, who seemed not bothered by my rudeness with how I cut him off. I guess he was used to it.

"Yes, Daniel?" I said with the phone in my ear. The call continued for 12 minutes before it ended.

I finally looked at the man in front of me. "Mr Arnold, the partnership with us is going well, with our project being a success." I said ready to leave the meeting room.

Mr. Arnold smiled cunningly. "So why don't we go and celebrate it then?" 

I knew quite well what he was thinking. I hated celebrations, even though they had meanings. He was definitely getting back at me, I concluded.

I looked at him with a narrowed gaze, and just when I was about to reject, my assistant shifted to my side to whisper something in my ear.

Sighing in defeat, "sure we can do that," I said annoyingly. 

My assistant chose the place of the venue and we arrived there. Stepping out from my car, I looked to my side and saw another car parked at the last roll of cars. Mr. Arnold's driver rushed to open the door for him to step out. He gave me a nod and I nodded back before turning my gaze back to the entrance of the nightclub.

The biggest nightclub ever. I walked into the nightclub I owned. It was one of my many properties that I haven't seen or stepped foot in and today was my first time, all thanks to Mr. Arnold.

I went to the VIP room and my assistant took the privilege of deciding on a drink.

Mr. Arnold seemed to be enjoying my uneasiness. I just felt like this was a complete waste of time. I was that kind of person that anyone would call punctual because I love keeping to time and I hated anything that would make me feel bored because I was always busy with business.

And the beat at the background felt like noise in my ears, plus the girls there were less enticing. Actually, I can't remember the last time I found any lady enticing.

I'm still cursing Mr. Arnold in my head, I heard someone calling my name. I turned my head to the left and saw two of my clients walking towards me.

They came closer, and we exchanged pleasantries since we weren't that stable in terms of communication. They sat close to me and discussed business. I was glad that I could finally pay attention to something in order other than the strippers. 

"You finally entered your club," Mike smirked at me. He was more of a playboy, getting the other gender's attention with just a smile. His brown hair and brown eyes made him look approachable, but his business partners knew how devilish he was.

He was a drug dealer and I did most of my deals with him. And beside him was Luka, his best friend. They were no different from each other in terms of businesses but Luka was the opposite of him when it comes to his playboy personality.

"Come on, Derek, we didn't come all the way here from Japan just for business, we came to have fun!" Mike groaned and waved for a stripper to come over.

The server brought another drink to the table and I took a glass my assistant poured. I drank it with a sharp look at the stage where ladies danced half naked.

I heard a shriek and turned to look only to get a splash of a drink on my face. This was surprising, I was already annoyed and this increased it. Everybody was quiet, and my assistant was quick to give me a handkerchief.

Someone pulled the server away while I wiped the drink off.

"I'm so sorry, boss," the manager begged me repeatedly, and I was already getting a headache. She beckoned for a stripper and whispered in her ears.

"Sir please. I'll do whatever you want me to do. Katrina, here would be at your service too."

"Get lost," I growled.

"Boss?" She asked to confirm if she heard correctly.

"I said get lost!" I said with a low but dangerous tone, and she immediately rushed outside.

I looked back at my clients, and they looked in shock, especially Mike. I wondered why he looked more shocked than the others.

Nevermind, I'll make sure to make that wretch that dare splash that drink on me. I never imagined getting a drink splashed on my face on the first day in my club, by my worker, and in front of my client. I felt humiliated, and I promised to make that server feel the same.

Later, after calming myself, I decided to stay, not because I was enjoying the company of the girl the manager sent to entertain me but more because my gaze was stuck on a mysterious girl who walked to the pole and earned applause from the VIPs. The room dimmed, and her clothes glowed in the dark.

Mike looked excited, and I couldn't tell why until she started moving to the beat slowly and sensually. Her provocative dress didn't help the tension her dance was creating, and I found myself staring and wondering, just who was she?

This was the first time I got curious about the other gender, however the lady in this case seemed to deserve my curiosity. Later, more dancers came and started dancing seductively, though she outshone them with just a move of her hips.

I turned and whispered to my assistant. "Find out who she is quickly," I said.

Everybody gasped when someone pushed her off the stage in a painful way. The dance ended, and the light became dim enough to make it hard to see what happened next. A new set came in to distract everyone.