Damien Culhane spends Saturday nights in a strip club with three of his friends, Lucas, Brian and Charles. It was the only way they spent their time together on their busy schedule. They were all wealthy businessmen, so they hardly had time for impromptu and unnecessary meet-ups. Saturday nights were for making up for it to avoid breaking up the circle. They were tight friends, as good as brothers.As they all chatted away, recounting their experience of the week, Damien found his focus on one of the strippers. From the VIP booth where they were, he had a clearer view. He watched her big ass vibrate along with the music, his eyes following every upward and downward movement in sync. She was twerking on the pole, and when she turned around, her boobs were bouncing along. She was not exactly beautiful, but she was sexier than all the other strippers. Damien licked his lips. He had found a girl for the night."Damien! Damien! Earth to Damien!" It was Lucas calling.

There was a mad gleam in his bloodshot eyes. She got pressed instantly and was in desperate need to pee. She knew what he was asking, but she decided to act like she did not."What are you talking about?" she managed to ask without stammering."You know what I'm talking about! Don't play games with me!" he yelled, using his whole hand to grab her jaw and squeezing it tightly. She winced in pain. With gritted teeth, he said, "I will only ask one more time." He released her jaw and took in a breath. "Do you know?""Yes, I do." she whispered, her head returning immediately to face the floor."Oh, my bad. I told you so many things I shouldn't have." He spat. "First of all, this place. I should never have brought you here."The location of the tunnel was the outskirts of the city. It was a hidden area. A place John discovered when he was a little boy. John brought her here whenever he wanted alone time with her. She had always viewed John's choice of

"Can I see that?" Céline asked, stretching out her hand. Her aunt closed the newspaper and handed it over to her. Céline took it from her aunt and flipped the pages looking for the news on Damien. It was not hard to find. On the top of the page where it was, boldly written. "DAMIEN CULHANE, IN SEARCH OF A WIFE!"She chuckled, amused by such a title. She quickly read through, getting more interested with every word she read. Céline finished scanning the page and handed the magazine to her aunt with newfound excitement."Well, basically, I think his mom that put that in the news," Céline spoke up."Why would she do that?" Her aunt asked, confused by the conclusion she made."She is probably anxious to get her son a wife, seeing that she is not getting any younger. So she is going to whatever extent she can, including using the media.""Hmm, you have a point, but I doubt it." Her aunt said with a frown staring straight at Céli

Celine paced around her room, anxiously waiting for her aunt to return. It's been a while since she left. Céline was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to return. She had texted her aunt to check her email inbox if there was a reply to her inquiry and application/request to the court and marry Damien Culhane.It sounded crazy enough in her head, and Céline could never bring herself to say it out. She had stopped too low.Had she been rejected? Was she not pretty enough? She tried so hard to look beautiful in that picture. She was tense, thinking about the outcome. She needed an answer now.If her aunt doesn't return soon enough, she might lose it."Oh God, help me. Help your poor daughter." Céline clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tightly. She desperately needed this.The sound of the front door closing brought her out of her thoughts. That must be her aunt. Without second thoughts, she ran down to meet her.

What she was wearing was simple, yet something about her made her stand out. There were a lot of classy dressed women on the dance floor. She was just on a crop top, cargo pants and boots, yet she was the one that drew his attention. He watched her closely. She was dancing with so much energy as if drugged by the music. She moved her hips like their only special purpose was to sway. The vibe radiating from her made him itchy to get on the dance floor and spin her away. He had not even seen her face yet!He patiently waited for her to turn around and face him, careful not to lose sight of her. When she did, he was completely and utterly charmed. He was not one to stare, but that was what he was doing right now, his jaw agape. This beauty was alarming, one you could not just ignore. With his jaw almost dropping to the floor, it was a surprise that Damien was not drooling. He took his time to take her in. She had red hair, and she tied up in a ponytail. The