Novel & Cerita Exclusive Club

“Ah, you’re right. Sorry, man. I forgot.” “We’ll get lunch one day,” I said. I didn’t burn bridges unless it was a business rival or I had to. Seeds. Oaks. “At Valhalla.” The Valhalla Club was the most exclusive private club in D.C. It capped its membership at one hundred members, each of whom was allowed to bring one guest for a meal each quarter. I’d just handed Colton the ticket of a lifetime. His eyes widened. “Oh, y-yeah,” he stuttered, trying and failing to hide the awe in his voice. “I’d like that.”

Eduardo's Point Of View "This place never gets old, does it?" I said as Herald and I walked into his club. We were at CLUB V'R, the biggest and most popular nightclub in the city, owned by Herald. It prided itself on exclusive, invite-only memberships for the world’s wealthiest and most powerful. A good number of members, including Herald, engaged in less than legal activities. We got into the VVIP room where a rare eighteenth-century chessboard sat on top of the thick oak next to two empty crystal tumblers and one full decanter of Glenfiddich 40 Year single malt scotch whisky.

Only a fool would find it unimpressive. I gestured at the technician again, and he switched the slide to the one describing the rules of the Happy Club. “This is how we earn money without creating any negative effects,” I said as I pointed at the screen. “The Happy Club is an exclusive group of companies. We don't advertise their products, but we highlight their daily offers—their special offers for Happy App users alone. Some offers' range is local, but others' range is nationwide. Not everyone can join the Happy Club. We have strict rules for those who want to participate in our program, but even with those restrictions, we still receive thousands of daily requests from those willing to jo

When he arrived, I was in the VIP lounge. My club is very exclusive, mainly because I have to protect my clients, this is why we are very selective about who we let into our inner circle. This place was build to make men's dreams come true, as long as you don't draw blood, everything goes. Men live out their wildest sexual pleasures in here, they get to do thing they would never do with their wives. I offer entertainment and my clients pay handsomely for it and believe it or not, it is a legal business. One of the few clean ones I own.

I barely restrain myself from kicking him in the shin. "You're such a prude, Sweetness. Trust me, even royalty do get a bit horny sometimes. And anyways, some rich business man, name unknown, bought it a few years ago. Like I said, it's an exclusive club. Most people do not even know it exists. It is open to special clients only. "Okay." I say slowly, "how did you find out about it, then?" He winks, pausing to send me on another little twirl.

However, these things are only the bare minimum for a club to have. What really set this club apart was its famous auction. The auction here was far different from the normal auctions outside. Rumor had it the things bought in the auction here could not be brought out of the club. However, due to the club being too exclusive Vicky had only heard about the auction; she never saw it personally. Therefore, she had no way to verify the truth of it all. Moreover, the club's membership card was limited to only 1000 pieces. It was so exclusive that it would take more than being rich to get into the club.

Clubs were never his scene. “High end,” Jaxson scoffed. “Prestigious. Only for the elite of the elite. Members only. Invitation only. Lucky for you…” Jaxson pulled out a gold coin from his pocket, but didn’t let Richard see it. “It’s Sunday,” Richard said dubiously. “Ha! You poor, simple fool. Sin never sleeps!” Jaxson laughed.

And thus, my baby as a future heir. “Absolutely,” Ethan replied. “Which is partly why I’m calling. I’d like to invite you and Isaac to dinner at my club tonight. Just the three of us, to celebrate this PR victory and discuss our partnership going forward.” My eyes widened. The Atwood Yacht Club was one of the most exclusive establishments in the kingdom, with membership reserved for only the wealthiest and most influential figures. Even royalty couldn’t simply walk in without an invitation from a member. “That sounds wonderful,” I said, trying not to sound too eager. “What time should we be there?”

Darcy said as we scanned the room, “or does that look like the place where rich men go to sin and never return?” “It's new,” I muttered. “Let’s check it out,” she grinned, tugging on my arm. As we approached, one of the bouncers raised a hand. “Private section,” he said. “Members only.” Darcy pouted. “Aw, come on. We’re exclusive people, pure exclusive material. I own more gold than most rappers.” The bouncer didn’t flinch. I turned to leave, but Darcy tugged me back. “How do we become exclusive?” she asked, tilting her head.

My mind was spinning, trying to process what he'd just said while also dealing with the way his touch was making every nerve ending in my body come alive. We approached what looked like another entrance at the back of the club, this one guarded by two men who were somehow even more intimidating than the ones at the front door. They were massive, with the kind of build that suggested they could snap someone in half without breaking a sweat. Their eyes tracked our approach with the alertness of predators. "This is the exclusive section," Noir explained, his mouth close to my ear again. I could smell his cologne—something dark and expensive that made me want to lean into him. "For our regulars