Your boyfriend, Arlo, is a millionaire.
His hand is on your waist as he leads you to the club, the security immediately letting the both of you in.
The lights are dim, music thrumming around you.
"Do you want a drink, mia cara?" He asks into your ear.
"Yes please." You replied, and he then nod to one of the bartenders who immediately walks to him.
He orders the drinks before leading you to a roped off section.
You notice everyone staring at you and you lean closer to your boyfriend.
The man takes one look at Arlo before unclipping the rope and letting you in.
You sit down on one of the sofas when the bartender appears with your drinks.
*You look at your boyfriend, grinning widely, "You own this place, don't you?"
He chuckles, his hand brushing against your thighs as he sits closely next to you. "Any suggestions on improving it?" He asks while grinning at you.