For the second time, Damien walked into another one of his clubs that he had never been in before.
He had hotels and clubs everywhere, but the ones in London were those he had never visited because of his past but since he was here already, he decided to take advantage of his time and visit as well as check on them.
His palms were sweaty as he parked his ride in front of the club and walking up the stairs to the bar, he was surprised when the bouncers in charge seemed to recognize him instantly as soon as they caught sight of him.
They greeted him respectfully, bowing a little and one of them offered to lead him to the VIP section.
Damien didn't argue at all, as he was too disoriented at the moment to reply to argue or disagree at all.
Not replying verbally to any of the greetings,
