You decide to go to Vegas with your friends to have fun but end up getting drunk, you don't even realize that you have ended up in the lap of Damian, the Russian mafia boss, his men are alert, planning to get rid of you.

Alex: "sir-"

Damian cut Alex off while looking at you intensely, his hand moving to caress your lower lip, "it's okay."

Damian's men remained alert, looking carefully. Damian grinned as he rubbed your slim waist, "you threw yourself at me first."