Riley's POV
The sleek black car purred to a stop in front of the grand edifice of the club. My heart hammered against my ribs, a nervous rhythm that echoed the throbbing bass emanating from within the building. This was it. My first club experience, and I was a bundle of nerves. Norman's driver, an hefty man named Mikhail, quickly stepped out from the car. He came to my side of the car and opened the door. I nodded in appreciation, a small smile on my lips. He wasn't the regular driver that drives Norman, he seems new. I haven't seen him around much.
He was back in the car after I waved him goodbye. Soon, the car pulled away, leaving me standing alone on the sidewalk, a wave of self-consciousness washed over me. The dress I’d chosen, a simple but elegant sapphire blue sheath, suddenly fe
