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He moans quietly, his nose crinkling in pain even though he is fast asleep. “Alpha, I found the Casino that Cain loves to frequent. A private Red String Nightclub with an underground Casino with only VVIP access. It requires a 350 million monthly membership card to get access to it. And he has just arrived there as we speak, Alpha.” I pull the blanket over Jaylene’s shoulders, whistling excitedly. I raised an eyebrow at Elias, getting out of bed, “Do you know what divine timing is?” “No, Alpha,” Elias bows regretfully.

I asked with a grin. "You are not wearing a khaki, so I can’t give you a lap dance, but I can romance you if you want, but that will be twenty dollars," she said with a smile. All they know is money. She is just looking for a way to make a lot of money from me. "How do I get into the VIP zone?" I asked. "It’s easy, big boy," she said, standing in front of me with her hand on my neck and looking into my eyes.

“Yes! One month here.” He paused. “And if you subscribe to our VIP package, your results will come much faster.” “What's VIP?” He looked genuinely surprised. “Didn't you go through our app?” “No.” I shook my head. “I've been seeing this gym on my way to work for months. I just decided to check it out today.” “Oh, I see.” He opened the door. “Then come inside. I'll put you through everything.” I followed him. He led me into a modest office.

Wilbur smiled. "Manager!" one of the men shouted, and a beautiful lady walked over at once. Both men each took out a black card, handing it over to the manager. "Get us ten million dollars' worth of chips right now." The manager took the cards with a smile. "Of course, gentlemen. You're both VIP members of our casino who have spent over a hundred million dollars here, your chips will be brought over in no time." She sped off after that. The two men sneered coldly, looking over at Wilbur smugly.

Adrian's POV I walk this sweet, mysterious girl out of the market, which is called where we are to the lounge we would be doing the real stuff. About eighty rooms exist here, both for the regulars and the VIPs. As usual, I'd be opting in for the VIPs, I pay the required amount of money, for four hours which is how long I'd love to spend, it's a thousand dollars, I stand to wish how free I'll get what I want if it was Alessia. She will charge me nothing and still go to have sex with me as much as I want, when and where I want it.

Violet brought out her phone and dialed the number on the TV, it rang for sometime before someone finally picked up. She put the phone on speaker, so we could both hear, "Hello, Good evening this is Ava from the Adrian empire, how may I help you?" The person on the other side of the phone asked. "Yes, Good evening, my name is Madison and I would like to book an appointment with Mr Adrian," Violet said. "Are you part of our VIP list?" The lady asked. "No, I am not," Violet answered, she rolled her eyes. "Okay, have you spent more than six million dollars on any of our items before?" The lady asked.

I told her and stepped out of the room. "Thank you for calling Club Essence how can I help you?" A cheery voice answered the phone. "Good evening, my name is Regan Conway. I'd like to reserve a VIP table for tonight" I said. "Excellent sir let me just take a look at our books" The woman said trailing off as she did her job. "Perfect we have a table available. How many in your party?" She asked. "Just two" I told her. "Okay then. When you arrive just give your name to the man at the door and show your I.D." The woman instructed. She took my credit card information for a deposit at the table and I hung up.

I parked in the hotel garage, then saw her message she had sent earlier: [Maya, come straight to room 404, that is my room]. "Hmm, big spender,” I muttered to myself, knowing that rooms from 400 and above are for VIPs and are very expensive. "Please, I'd like to visit someone staying in room 404," I stated as soon as I reached the reception desk. "Any proof to show permission?" the receptionist inquired. "Oh yes... here it is," I replied, showing her the message on my phone. "Alright, when you get to the elevator, press the button marked 'VIP1.' That's the first floor for VIP guests," she explained, her voice remarkably soft.

Didn't he see Rafal when he brought her here and let her in through the doors? "I came with Rafal; he's one of the men sitting there at the poker table." "I'm sorry, I can't serve you unless the person who let you in comes with him and asks for you personally. These are the rules of the VIP casino." Kiara looked at the entire club and found that it was now more crowded than before all the chairs with customers sitting on it. She looked at her mobile screen and saw that the hour exceeded ten minutes after ten in the evening.. While she was looking at a table on which there was a condom she was looking for, a strange man approached her and put his hand on her waist!

Kiara asked, while strapping her heels and standing up from her seat. “Nothing else, just be there and do your usual thing, no questions asked. You know the rules, the identity of the client has to be confidential.” Madame Tel reminded her and Kiara just obediently nodded. “Which VIP room by the way, Madame?” Kiara asked for the manager forgot to mention it to her before she leaves. “VIP room zero six. Be quick, the client is already there waiting.” Madame Tel said. “Alright, Madame. I’ll be there right away.” Kiara replied and the manager then left the dressing room after instructing another dancer to replace the turn of Kiara on the stage.