Chapter 4 - The Elite Club
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Chapter 4 — The Elite Club
The music continued, but the atmosphere inside the club felt different now.
Heavier.
More intense.
Clara noticed people subtly staring toward the private entrance area.
Some even looked nervous.
A group of businessmen immediately stood straighter as security moved aside.
Lily grabbed Clara’s arm. “Oh my God. Do you think it’s him?”
“Who?”
“The CEO!”
Clara rolled her eyes again, though curiosity crept into her chest.
Pierce remained unusually calm beside them.
Too calm.
Almost amused.
Then suddenly, his phone buzzed.
He glanced at the screen before standing.
“Excuse me for a minute.”
Lily narrowed her eyes immediately. “That man is suspiciously attractive and mysterious.”
Clara laughed softly. “You say that about every attractive man.”
“Not true.”
A waitress approached their table moments later with expensive drinks neither Clara nor Lily remembered ordering.
“For your table,” she said politely.
Clara frowned. “We didn’t—”
“They’ve already been paid for.”
Before Clara could ask who paid, the waitress disappeared.
Lily gasped dramatically. “This is billionaire behavior.”
Clara shook her head, but secretly… she was starting to feel overwhelmed.
This world was too luxurious. Too polished.
Too far from her normal life.
Meanwhile, somewhere above the main floor, hidden behind dark glass windows…
someone was watching her.
—
A few minutes later, Clara decided to get some air away from Lily’s nonstop excitement.
She walked toward the quieter bar area near the VIP section.
That’s when she noticed him.
A man dressed in black sat alone near the corner.
One hand rested lazily against a glass while the city lights reflected behind him.
Dark hair. Sharp features. Cold, unreadable eyes.
Beautiful.
Dangerously beautiful.
The moment Clara looked at him…
he looked back.
And suddenly the noise around her disappeared.
Something about him felt powerful.
Not loud power.
Controlled power.
The kind that didn’t need attention because it already owned the room.
Clara quickly looked away.
But before she could leave—
“Sit.”
The deep voice stopped her instantly.
She turned slowly.
The stranger gestured toward the empty seat across from him.
Not demanding.
Certain.
Clara should’ve said no.
Instead…
she sat.
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