Xavier POV
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"I think that will be enough for one night”
Carson grabs the glass off my table
And I look at him
Tired
My blurry eyes should be an indication that I have already had enough and also the fact that Carson is looking funny to my eyes.
But I don't want to be told anything from anyone.
Carson is good
But not good enough to tell me its enough.
"I am just getting started
back off" I growl as I try to grab the drink back from his hand.
The music has been turned off and my voice feels like an echo in the empty space.
It looks lonely, all the lights just on me.
No one around because no public can see the realness of the billionaire.
Queens club
I own and run this s**t
At least technically.
And if I want to party then it means I do it in private, so no aud
