Nic stopped by his club for a few minutes, to greet the new guest DJ, some kid that all of the clubbers seemed to know. He saw Amber sitting in her usual VIP booth. It had been awhile since he had seen her, but he nodded in her direction. She pouted and turned her head away from him. Probably best, under the circumstances with his new project. A project he was more eager than he'd like to admit to get back to.He drove his Aston Martin to his loft downtown, in anticipation of what the night would bring. Nothing turned him on more than having complete control."Have a good evening, Mr. Andretti," the old doorman, Sam, said as he held open the glass doors. "You too, Sam," Nic replied, as he entered the building. He pressed his personal code into the elevator keypad and it stopped off on the top floor. When he opened the door, he scanned the main room, but he didn't see her. Had she backed out on their deal? Fuck.He sighed and placed his keys on the counter. His l
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