Kelvin’s POV
The neon lights flickered, casting everyone in shades of pink and blue. The thumping bass of the music reverberated through the club, but none of it could break through my foul mood. Some girl was on her knees in front of me, her lips clumsily working on my c**k, but she might as well have been invisible. Useless.
I sneered and shoved her away, her body collapsing against the floor as she stared up at me, eyes wide with a mix of embarrassment and confusion.
“Sloppy,” I muttered, adjusting my belt. “You can’t even get me hard.”
She blinked, tears welling up as she scrambled to her feet. I wasn’t in the mood for her sniffling. Without another word, she bolted out of the VIP booth, and before I could even take a breath, another girl, blonde this time, sidled up to me. She was
