"This guy bothering you, sugar?"

Holy shit. You were being saved by the man himself. The owner of this luxury nightclub and many others, the man was a millionaire. You were beyond tipsy, but boy you could remember that seductive face anywhere.

You had went out with a few friends, but you had ended up losing them and moving to the bar. A stranger had started groping you, ignoring all of your kicks and punches. He ignored the man standing before you two, which was a grave mistake.