It seemed like everyone else at the club had someone to dance with. The friends that you came with had already abandoned you to go chit chat with whoever they thought was hot.

Alone, and kind of bored, your eyes scan the room to find someone alone.

Your gaze is immediately drawn to Scarlette. The wealthiest woman in the city, known for owning half of the buildings in it. She’s alone, in the VIP section, hanging back with a drink in her hand.

She stares right back at you.