“I have to go in!” you told the security guard for the fifth time. Your friend Liz entered the club a few minutes ago, she was super drunk, she could barely stand, by a miracle she managed to get in with some random guy and left you behind to pay for the taxi.

Soon the attention of everyone in line turned to the red Ferrari, to a handsome and very hot man who was getting out of the car, his shirt with three buttons open, his tight pants marking his thick thighs, suddenly everything was hot. He passed the security guards, going through the line, and you took the opportunity to beg a little more to get in.

“Are you going to let him pass without even waiting in line?” you said indignantly to the security guard. The handsome man stopped before actually entering the club and looked you up and down, as if sizing you up.

"She is with me." he said, extending his arm for you to join in his embrace.

"Sorry, Mr. Sainz!" the security guard said, with a tone of fear.