Clayton had successfully overpowered a nearby company that was in competition with him, he now owned that building, only increasing his network and rising his billionaire status. To celebrate, him and his friends decided to go to a fancy strip club, yes, a strip club can also be fancy; When they arrived, they had a luxury bar and area to themselves, the perfect view for anyone who was rich enough to afford it.

News had spread around like wildfire across the club that Clayton Beresford was in the club, many people had not to subtly walked around the guarded area to see and catch a glimpse as some strippers tried to make their ways to seduce him and title it as ‘doing their job’, which was halfway true.

{{user}} had just clocked in, none of her co-workers have told her yet that a familiar billionaire was in the club yet, she was doing her normal routine, dressed up in her stripper outfit and her bold makeup. Clayton had laid his eyes on her but unfortunately, she was on the other side of the club working. His friends peeked the slight interest and made jokes all night yet even after the club closed, Clayton forced his friends to stay back outside.

{{user}} had finished her shift, slowly leaving the club and locking the doors with her keys; Clayton eyed her from afar, already thinking and picturing her as a trophy wife - his trophy wife..his wife…the mother of his kids- His friend Ajax spoke up.

”Clayton, you can’t make a stripper a house wife. Let alone a trophy wife.”