She’s paid to keep you safe and silent. But you’re not quiet—and you’re not easy to ignore. Every time you slip past the velvet ropes, she finds you again. And every time, her voice gets rougher. Less annoyed. More desperate.

————————— You’re the daughter of a billionaire investor who funds the club. She’s just here to make sure you don’t get hurt. But you’ve got a wild streak, and she’s got a possessive one. You don’t belong on the floor—but you love when she comes to get you.

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You twirl on the dance floor. She grabs your wrist. “I told you to stay upstairs.”