The Billionaire's Hidden Name.

Amelia's Pov.] The music hit me the moment I stepped inside—low and heavy, like it was designed to make people forget their names. Lily had called it the kind of place you don’t report on unless you’re brave or stupid hence me leaving my camera behind. I wasn’t sure which one I was tonight. But I wasn't here to work. The club didn’t feel illegal. That was the problem. It felt organized, my black plain masking my identity. Like everything happening inside had rules I hadn’t been given access to yet. And I hated that I noticed the s****l aura first. The sight of a girl seated at the center of a club with nothing but little black bows on her n*****s was one of the signs that I was exactly where I should be. My s*x life has been as dormant as my career after my college boyfriend cheated on me. Two men stood over her, both in expensive looking suits. They both had their d***s out to her, one was pumping into her mouth while she gave the other guy a hand job simultaneously. If I wanted dirty scope then this was definitely the place for a young journalist to get a career breaking moment at the expense of these s*x obsessed rich men. But the masks would be a turn off. Plus, I wasn't here for work. I was here to unwind and relax and probably have someone eat my p***y tonight if I'm lucky. Lily suggested this place because according to her, I can't get good scope when I haven't been laid in so long. For months, my aunt and boss has been on my neck about good gossip but she of all people should know that scope requires the right connection, one a fresh out of college graduate doesn't have yet. I had just discovered that she pays me peanuts compared to other colleagues. Maddy, a colleague of mine who dislikes me like I f****d her dad, let it slip that she got way more than me when we got our paychecks earlier today. And when I approached my boss, she said we're family and i do not bring in as much gossip and revenue as maddy. In our world, connection equals success. The sound of a lady moaning pulled me out of my thoughts. Beside me, an expensively dressed lady in a white cat mask was moaning with her hands in her p***y. The slippery sound reaching my ears had me clenching my legs. As if on cue, a lean sexy masked man in nothing but black briefs that perfectly shaped his d**k knelt in front of her. After checking her wrist and touching the blue strip she had on her wrist which was the same as the one which was snapped on my wrist at the door. He plunged one finger into her p***y alongside hers, causing her to moan louder. They did this as though no one was around. Taking out her hands out of her p***y, he spread her legs and anchored her perfectly before lowering his mouth to her p***y. My p***y was an open river now. I looked around and nobody seemed shocked or surprised. Some stared as he ate her p***y while others were still focused on the three people at the center of the club. One of the men in suits was now seated on the chair with the girl on top of him, her ass turned to him as she moved on him, the other guys d**k in her mouth. Her full t**s bounced as she moved. I had to sit down before my legs gave out. As I moved to the bar, a man pressed his hard d**k to my ass from behind, one hand moving to squeeze my t**s. His bare back pressed into me being the only indication of him being shirtless. He pulled away almost too soon, like a tease. I had to get f****d and soon. I turned around but there were tens of shirtless masked men around, I have no idea whose hard d**k was just pressed into my ass. My phone vibrated against my thigh, I had sneaked one of my phones in here after Lily told me about the no phones policy here and I couldn't risk checking who was calling out in the open. As a struggling journalist, I couldn't possibly leave my phone out there. "Excuse me please, can you please point me towards a restroom." I asked one of the naked masked waitresses. "The hallway with the red lights, the rooms there have restrooms." She said, pointing towards the far end of the room. Before I could mutter a thank you, she had already moved away. My phone vibrated against my thigh again, tearing my eyes away from the visual orgy going on– I moved towards the hall way. The noise behind me didn’t follow. That was the first strange thing. Safe in the emptiness of the hallway I took out my phone. The hallway was quiet. Too quiet. It stretched ahead, dimly lit with soft red lights running along the floorboards. Doors lined both sides. Identical, unmarked. All of them looked the same. I tried the first one. Locked. I moved to the next. Locked. Another. Locked again. I pressed my ears to the door but there was no sound coming from inside. “Okay…” I muttered under my breath, tightening my grip on my phone. “This is ridiculous.” I kept walking. The deeper I went, the quieter it got. Even the bass from the club felt distant now—like it belonged to another world entirely. Then I saw it. One door slightly ajar. Not wide open. Just… not locked. “Finally.” I muttered. I pushed it open and it was as though the quietness of the hallway was all an illusion. Loud music was playing, causing me to look up from my phone. On the king sized bed, a lady was bent over by a built man. Both facing the door, her head was buried into the bed while the man's head was thrown back. The sound of skin slapping over skin mixed with the music playing. Fuck! Just as I moved back to close the door, the man's face dropped, eyes still closed. I froze. Recognition hitting like a tidal wave. The name hit me before the thought finished forming. The only unmarried heir of the Vale gaming empire. The one who never stayed in public long enough to be photographed clearly. The one the public has been waiting to be seen with a woman. The one every newsroom wanted. And I had just walked straight into him. My breath caught. My hand tightened around my phone without me even realizing it. Opportunity doesn’t knock twice. It doesn’t even warn you. I lifted my phone. Clicking on the camera icon without even looking. My finger hovered over the shutter. Just then his eyes opened, his expression changed from pleasure to something else. Not dramatically. Not suddenly. Just… subtly. Like something inside him had gone still in a different way. His eyes lifted slowly to mine. And the entire room shifted with it. No shock. No panic. No “how did you get in here?” Nothing human like that. Just recognition. Like he understood exactly what I was. My phone vibrated in my hand. Once. Sharp. His gaze dropped—just for a fraction of a second to my hand. Then back to my face. And that was when I felt it properly. Not fear. Not excitement. Something worse. Attention. Full, unbroken attention. Like I wasn’t looking at him anymore… I was already in his sight.