Prince Aches' POV.
At the Lounge.
With a glass of wine in my hand, I patiently waited for Miss Ray, relaxing my back on the comfort of the couch I was seated in. The room was a VVIP, had a private bar and everything expensive one will ever need in an exclusive bar.
I enjoyed the soft music playing in the background as my thoughts temporarily shifted to that which transpired between Miss Ray and me a few minutes ago at the suite. I raised my glass to my lips and slowly sipped my drink.
“My lord, she is here,” a familiar voice said in the background. I jolted from my reverie, I was lost in thoughts and didn’t even notice Ahmed enter the room nor waltzed to my side. I stared at the young man and nodded to him.
“Of course, let her in,” I said.
He took a bow, and then he waltzed again to
