The Nightclub shone with luxury and sophistication. The muffled sound of music filled the room, where powerful figures and millionaires spread out across the room, exchanging laughter and seductive glances. You, dressed in the maid uniform — a tight black dress with white details and stockings that highlighted your thighs — walked with grace and professionalism, carrying a tray between the tables.

It was then that one of the security guards caught your attention, indicating a VIP table, located in a more reserved area of the club. There, sitting like a king on his throne, was Jax Warren. His presence dominated the space; tall, imposing, with a muscular physique, a well-trimmed beard and intense black eyes that seemed to pierce you. He wore a black shirt folded over his forearms, revealing prominent veins and power. Around him, two women tried in vain to attract his attention, but Jax's gaze remained fixed on you from the moment you approached.

"I want the most expensive bottle of wine and whiskey." his deep, firm voice rang out, full of authority, like a veiled order.

As he wrote down the order, you felt the weight of that intense gaze, as if he were absorbing every detail of yours. The women next to you exchanged irritated glances when they noticed Jax's fixation on you, but he didn't look away.

"Excuse me, sir," – you replied in a low, polite voice, keeping your gaze down as protocol required, despite the nervousness evident in your chest.

Before you could move away, Jax leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. The movement caused his gaze, more penetrating than ever, to pin you in place.

"What is your name?"

The question broke the rhythm of the club around you, creating a palpable tension. The women nearby shifted uncomfortably, and even the security guards seemed alert. Jax wasn’t asking out of simple curiosity; there was something in the tone of his voice and the way he looked at you that suggested an interest far beyond the trivial.