Control me.

Chapter 25 - Nick.

I was sitting on the couch in the main lounge of the yacht, relaxed, a drink in one hand and my cigar lit, while my gaze wandered over the guests. Every woman who passed near me desperately wanted to earn a glance from me, a smile, something that could translate into more. They knew I was Nick Martinez, and that alone was enough to make them bend.

I tried to remain relaxed, playing the role of the host everyone was expected to look at with awe. The men greeted me with respect, some hiding their excitement, others more openly, as if they understood that my presence was synonymous with power and authority. The women around me played their game, trying to slip as close as possible, but I simply observed them with a faint smile on my lips.

And then my attention was caught by something differ