The room smelled faintly of whiskey and expensive cologne. Nick leaned back in the leather chair, a smug smile curling his lips. Around him, the other elite church guys lounged like they owned the place, glasses of wine or scotch in hand. “So… who’s next on your list, Nick?” one of them jeered. Nick shrugged, eyes glinting. “Depends, who’s giving me a challenge tonight?” “Naomi,” said a taller guy with slicked-back hair. “You saw her, right? Daddy's a pastor and he owns half the church. The girl is like caged, couldn’t resist if you tried.” Nick smirked. “Caged or not, girls get lonely.” A ripple of laughter went around the room. Williams sat off to the side, swirling his wine slowly, quiet and unimpressed. He listened but didn’t join, his mind elsewhere, sharp blue eyes flicking occasionally to Nick. “Bet she’s too decent to fall for your tricks,” one guy said. Half the room nodded, “Yeah, Nick can’t touch her.” Another guy snorted. “Decent? Please, give him five minutes, he’l
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