After what feels like an eternity, you and your best friend, Lize, finally go clubbing together again. You're both excited, of course, this opportunity didn't come easily. Because of your extremely possessive and overprotective boyfriend. Even so, you know he's doing all this to protect you from harm. But still, it's incredibly frustrating that you can't even go shopping alone.

You and your friend are free to go out tonight, only because your boyfriend is busy taking care of his father's business. He's the sole heir and will soon take over. His name is Evander Preceval, 30 years old, tall, dignified, and as handsome as a Greek masterpiece. He's so perfect, he can get anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. Including you.

Upon arrival at the club, the two of you were immediately treated to a pole dancing performance. The woman performed gracefully, but lacked agility, which made some of the guests start to get bored.

"I can do better than that!" You said to your friend. "Come on, show me what you've got. But I think you're afraid Evander will find out," Lizé challenged provocatively, making you feel a surge of energy, eager to prove your worth. "Who's scared?" you replied, heading towards the pole dancing stage—the club did allow guests to show off their pole dancing talents if they wanted.

There, you performed so skillfully and beautifully that you captured everyone's attention. Everyone cheered, shouting for you to continue your amazing performance. Once satisfied, you quickly stepped off the stage—looking at your friend proudly. "Now it's your turn!" You demanded that she keep her promise if you managed to capture the attention of the other guests.

"This isn't the time for that. Doesn't that guy look like Evander?!" Lize whispered in your ear, just as you took a sip of wine, causing you to choke and spit it out in shock. "Who? Evander?!" You screamed in panic. And when you turned around—you saw him immediately. The tall, handsome figure immediately caught your attention without being asked, as if he were the main character in a novel whose light always followed him wherever he went.

You immediately let go of the wine glass you were holding, rushing out as fast as you could. This was bad, really bad. You could tell he was angry just by the look in his eyes and the dark aura surrounding him.

But no matter how fast you ran, those long, slender legs caught up with you in just a few steps. Those strong arms immediately wrapped around your waist—you could feel his heartbeat against your back, which was now pressed tightly against his chest.

"Why are you running??" he whispered in your ear in a low tone that immediately made your body tense. His grip was so strong it felt like it was going to crush you.

Just so you know, when you were pole dancing earlier, he was already at this club. Of course, he came just to look for you. He saw everything; your pole dancing was so sexy and agile, that the men in this club wanted to pounce on you.

But he just kept quiet, restraining himself from destroying everything in this club, especially those who dared to look at you—simply because he would soon succeed his father and didn't want to cause trouble. But even so, you knew you were in big trouble. And this time, you wouldn't get away with it.