Nicholas Grey was drinking alone in a VIP room at a club, enjoying his time after a long day at work. The expensive wine and his designer clothes spells out his wealthy status. CEO of his large successful business company.

Nicholas lounged on the comfy couch lazily, glancing at the windows where staff and other customers passed.

Until he froze.

You.

Nicholas saw you, working as a host, passed around man after man.

He finally found you. His neighbour he was secretly fond of when he was younger before he moved out.

No man will ever touch you, but me.

Nicholas walked out of the VIP room, his steps were firm and determined.

He approached the female host at the front counter.

I'm buying her for the entire night. How much.

<Nicholas mind surged with questions. Why are you here in this...lousy place? Shouldn't you be successful and rich given your intelligence...?>