Mc Club Romance Novels & Stories

He asked though still attempting to stop chuckling “See you in the Lustystrip Club and don't come asking questions about the date, we’re going to have fun,” I said more like I was cautioning him. “Okay!! Fine, see you in a jiffy man, and he ended the call. Plunging the phone into my cubby hole I drove off to the Lustystrip club. Getting to the club and still no sign of Frank’s car I decided to stay in the car and wait for him to arrive so we could enter the club together. Looking around the club I caught a glimpse of a Mercedes AMG CLS 53 with Graham boldly written on the license plate. Still contemplating what Damian, a married man, will be doing in the club by this time of the night.

Hands roamed, clutching at slick flesh, mouths devouring whimpers and gasps of pleasure. As their movements built to a frantic crescendo, Nicolai caught Alessia's gaze, their eyes locking with an intimacy that transcended the physical joining of their bodies. In that moment, everything - the violence of their pasts, the uncertainty of the future, the weight of the choices they had made - fell away, leaving only the unwavering truth of their love.

“If one more drunk man asks me if I ‘play for both teams,’ I will commit a crime.” Mira snorted. “Please. You love the attention.” I didn’t argue. Because she wasn’t wrong. I handed her the drinks, watching her disappear into the red glow of the club—hips swaying, curls bouncing, customers devouring her with their eyes. Mira thrived in this chaos. I tolerated it. My plan was simple: work, save money, move out of this city, and never look back. Eden Noir was temporary. Until the supervisor walked in with the silver assignment card in his hand.

It was a message from Vincenzo's sister, Valentina Rossi. "Grazia, Vincenzo is handling family business tonight. Several Dons are present. You should rest early and not disturb him, okay?" I smiled bitterly and replied. "Alright. I wish him success." The car stopped in front of the club, an Abate family property. With wine, women, and indulgence, no one could resist this place. Deafening music pounded against the car windows. I pushed open the door, and the two male escorts flanked me on either side.

“When can you?” “Today.” She grinned and dragged me to the back. Club Royale was one of the top clubs in the city and anyone who was anyone always visited here. Neon lights flashed around as Cathy pulled me deeper into the place. I greeted her sister, Maddy, changed quickly, and before I knew it, the club was filling up. Music pulsed through the floor, lights dim and heavy. Before I started off officially, Maddy was kind enough to run me through the basic rules of the place. I needed to smile more to attract customers. Conversation worked too, and I could always call for backup if things were about to go out of hand.

“That’s the thing. Rich people rarely blame the matchmaker. Not with all the filthy secrets they are holding above each other’s heads. They focus on the symptom, not the cause.” “It’s the change we are talking about.” I smiled, finally piecing it together. “Our club will target clients who genuinely want to be in relationships. Not kids who are being forced by their parents.” “Rebels.” “Badasses.” We both burst into laughter. Hugo’s chest vibrated with a deep laugh which came to an abrupt stop.

Two hours into the club and the worst had already happened. Carmen was thrown into the back seat of a stranger’s car. She had no clue how they got into this mess or when Molly abandoned her for another guy she met and danced her way out of the club, blowing flying kisses over her shoulder. The only thing that seemed to matter was this man’s expert mouth on hers, and she’d be lying if she said it wasn’t the best feeling she’d had in a long time.

He said with a meaningful smile, and I sneered and averted my gaze, just in time to see Clara whisper something into Dominic's ear, and I frowned. Turning back to Moretti, I said, “Alright.” “Perfect.” With that, he led me forward, placed his hand on my waist, and I had to resist the urge to push him away with all my strength. With that, we started moving, and I raised my brow at him, “Will you start talking now?” Moretti chuckled, “You are meant to enjoy the dance.” I rolled my eyes, “Better start talking before I change my mind.” “Clara is both a model and a mafia Lord on her own. So, Dominic's Father decided to match make them, and it turned out that they both like each other as well.”

**The Marriage Clause** (Chapter Eighteen) Part Two The club was fully packed to the brim and Elizabeth had to squeeze past a few people before she finally got to the bar, Marcus on the other hand was finding it way harder as it had been a long time since he attended a club—by a long time he meant since his early college years,ever since he got his degree his life was fully thrown into ranching and he totally forgot one of the good pleasures of life—dancing with strangers to great music.

Claudia spat, "Oh, that's why your dad divorced your mum and you both tucked with my dad," Rissa chuckled Claudia gave her a deadly glare and the car key. She look at her back before she drove out of the compound, 5 stars club, New York, The sound of the loud music was heard, girls dancing, boys rocking, pouring drinks to themselves, Claudia and Rissa get down the car and entered the club, The blue, green, red lights make Rissa feel dizzy,