Larosa didn't talk for a while and kept her eyes on the dancers, trying to know which one really suited her taste.Ken interrupted with a soft smile. "You didn't find any of them attractive? Well, I can also..." He was still about to introduce himself when she cut him short.She smiled and said, "I will go with one of the ebony guys." She fixed her eyes on the guy and flashed him a smirk. The stripper smiled once Sara chose him, and the others hailed him slightly. It was quite a norm in the club when one of them gets hand-picked by a rich tipper. It's a celebration because the stripper wasn't just going to get the normal amount from dancing on the dance floor; he was also going to get enough money from the tipper inside the private room, and if she likes you even more, then it can be moved for a home service where you'll get paid handsomely, very handsomely to be precise.Ken turned to the dancer and announced, "VIP room 25. Be there as soon as possible, don't keep her waiting."With
Dante's mind swirled with different thoughts. He knew his boss wouldn't let him leave for a whole weekend. He was the lead dancer, and the others were just newbies in the game. He stood up with a newfound resolve and objected. "Miss, why not let me come to keep you company for as many nights as you want? I don't mind coming for a month."Larosa smiled and walked back to the table. She gracefully bent over and poured herself a glass of wine before she uttered, "Well, well, well. Dante, I am not sex-starved. I could get 'dick' elsewhere, so why should I make you come to stay over for a whole month?"A wave of confusion washed over Dante as he creased his brows. Just some minutes ago, she had suggested taking him for a calendar month, and now she was backpedaling on what she had just said. What changed?"Miss, you're right. There are a million dicks around, but you won't get mine elsewhere," he boasted, his hands firmly on his middle.Larosa walked up to her bag and checked her phone. It
It was 9:49 am the next morning when Luca made his way to his office to finalize his work and head back home. He couldn't wait to be back home to meet Sara. Staying up all night without her felt empty, as he had called her very early in the morning but she didn't pick up, so now he was down. He quickly finished up and made his way to the garage where his car was parked.He revved the engine to life and made his way back to the Edward family mansion. In the next couple of minutes, he was there, and he quickly parked his car and alighted from it. Meanwhile, inside the mansion's living room, Madam Ivy and Grandpa were seated, engrossed in eating fruits.As he walked into the grand living room of the Edward family mansion, he was met with a mixture of reactions. Grandpa Edward, seated on a plush armchair, looked up from his fruit platter and smiled warmly. "Oh, Luca! Good to see you! Come join us. It's been really long since I saw you home. It seems there is a lot to work in the office?"
Luca flashed Sara a smile and jumped into the bathroom while Sara wheeled herself forward and pulled down some of Luca's clothes. She started to fold them into the bag. Sara's hands moved deftly as she folded Luca's clothes, her fingers brushing against the soft fabric. She carefully placed each item in the bag, her eyes scanning the room to ensure they were alone and that Luca was still in the bathroom. With a swift motion, she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small, sleek device – a spy recorder. She palmed the device, concealing it in her hand, and pretended to adjust the clothes in the bag. With a quick flick of her wrist, she slipped the recorder into a small pocket within the bag's lining, expertly hiding it from view so Luca wouldn't notice it even if he had to search the bag or try to take his clothes. To ensure it was securely positioned, Sara gently patted the bag's interior, her fingers tracing the outline of the recorder. Satisfied it was well-concealed, she zipped
"Oh, nothing serious to worry about," she quickly lied, not wanting Luca to notice her distress. That would put her in a huge problem that might get her kicked out of the group, so she quickly faked a smile and said, "It's just my Spotify shuffled some crazy ass song that I don't like."In Denmark, Copenhagen.Approximately two hours later, they finally reached their destination. As the plane touched down at Copenhagen Airport, the group breathed a collective sigh of relief. They had finally arrived at their destination after a long flight. Luca, La Rosa, and the others gathered their belongings and made their way to the exit.As they stepped out of the airport, they were greeted by a crisp Scandinavian breeze and the bright Danish sun. As they arrived, there were already some private cabs waiting for them by Giovanni's orders. The group hailed a taxi, and Giovanni gave the driver the address of their destination - a luxurious villa on the outskirts of Copenhagen where they can stay un
The door slowly opened, revealing Giovanni. Gio fixed his eyes on his boss as he walked forward. He was slightly nervous after hearing such a tone. "H-hey?" Luca said in a low tone, trying to act like he was alright. He didn't want any of his crew members to know about Sara. Giovanni's lips twitched into a smile as he settled into the couch and dropped a bag full of cash on the floor. "Boss?" He called out immediately after dropping the bag. "This is full of dollars. Down here in Denmark, you will be needing some cash since we will be staying for a couple of days." "What do you mean?" Luca sat up on the bed. "Didn't you guys say it's just a 48-hour journey? What is happening?" Gio sighed before addressing him. "Boss, this is Denmark! The man you want to meet is the king of Denmark and works only on his own time. I have been trying to reach out to give him the news, but it's not been fruitful." Luca let out a low, surprising chuckle. "What the hell do you even mean by you ha
As Luca turned around, he was struck by the vision of loveliness standing before him. The woman's beauty was like a work of art, a masterpiece that took his breath away. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, its darkness contrasting starkly with the radiant glow of her porcelain skin. Were Danish women always this beautiful? Her eyes, like two shimmering sapphires, sparkled with a hint of mischief, their depths seeming to hold a thousand words. Her lips, full and inviting, curved into a sly smile, as if she knew for a fact that she was that beautiful. Luca fixed his gaze on her neck where she had multicolored flower tattoos. Her graceful, slender neck led to shoulders that seemed to shimmer in the light, like the gentle sheen on a butterfly's wings. Her figure, curves in all the right places, was a masterpiece of femininity, a testament to the wonders of the female form. Luca's eyes wandered over her, drinking in the beauty that stood before hi
The three boys were just street boys and were surprised by both Luca's guts and composure in the face of adversity. The owner of the restaurant was already on the floor, pleading with them to let Luca go. Apparently, it wasn't the first time they were going on operations with guns without bullets, and they had all succeeded. They stood there, contemplating if Luca was really playing with them or if he was trying to bait them into getting arrested. Someone as fearless as him would be none other than a CIA agent or, who knows, a secret agent.Luca stretched his hand to the towel and wiped his mouth. "Of course I really mean it. Don't you think $50,000 would go a long way in your lives?""At least you would stop coming out in broad daylight to steal from people without even knowing how to hold a gun. I doubt there would be any bullets in that gun."One of the boys snarled, "Shut up, young man! We don't trust you. Who knows if you're a policeman or even a CIA agent!" The boy snatched the