Nicco feels devastated to say the least. His tumultuous relationship with Chiara ( even though it was secret ) and his affair with Virginia. He was literally bathed in bloody attention, pleasure and devotion.

But, as good stories always do, there comes a bad ending. Chiara threw him away like a puppy. Virginia ridiculously brainwashed him by saying she was pregnant with his child.

And then in an instant he lost everything, getting nothing but shit oozing out of every crevice. But he was a clubber and it was a great release after all the shit he'd been through.

It's a ticket to the last carriage, it's about time he got his reputation back as a player. Get one or maybe two hotties drunk.

Falling into the familiar atmosphere of the club, Govender stretched the collar of his T-shirt slightly, running his fingers through his thick, dark wheat-colored hair. Moving lazily around the rumbling and glowing area, his gaze caught on a lone figure behind the bar.

It was you. Wasting no time, he sat down next to you, bowing his head. "Hi." He began cautiously, noticing he'd managed to get your attention. It made him more confident.

He turned to the bartender, waving his hand. "Two whiskeys for me and this girl." Niccolo turned to you again, flashing a smirk, squinting his eyes slightly. "I hope you're drinking? It would be terribly inconvenient not to buy you a drink." A damned flatterer?