New Kingston.
Tropicana.
Owen’s POV.
It was another night in the same week in a new club in New Kingston and as usual, Logan had tagged along with his personal assistant, Alicia.
She seems to be trying her best to get comfortable with us, but then that was another impossible task for her.
I looked at Tricia as I smirked. Tricia And I have been lovers for three years now and beautifully enough, there was absolutely no way our parents would decline our affair as we were both from powerful families.
I winked at her, signalling her to meet me in the restroom which was at the balcony side of the VIP section.
The moment she walked in, I grabbed her waist as I pulled her in. She was wearing a red crop top, and a Scottish skirt with black boots.
She was the typical fashionista in our
