I want entertainment

I rubbed my temples, frustration boiling over. "Peter, how many emails have you sent to Gavin Slade?"

Peter checked his notes. "Three to his work email, two to his personal email, and I even went to the Slade Corporation to request a meeting. But sir....they all got snubbed."

I felt a surge of rage. How could Gavin ignore me like this? Didn't he know who I was? My family's company had been a major player in the business world for decades. And he dared to ignore me like this? Fuck!

Father's words kept echoing in my mind. Gavin Slade is the only one who can give us the money you need to revive the company.

But I knew Gavin. He was a twisted, selfish, psychopathic narcissistic prick who only cared about one thing. Himself. And I knew that if I went to him for help, he'd definitely demand something in return. Something I might not be willing to give, but do I have a choice at this point?

“So what are our options then?” I asked Peter because at the moment I couldn’t think anymore.

“Maybe if we could miraculously bump into him...”

“Miracles don’t exist Peter.” I cut him off as I rolled my eyes. “And even if it did, bumping into Gavin is more of a curse than a miracle.” I hissed the words out. There was nothing I could do. And Alexander Miller has been out of the country for years and I can’t reach him, or he’d have definitely helped me. Such a bad timing.

Just as I was about to give up hope, my phone buzzed with a party notification from someone in our business circle. The location was an exclusive club, and I mentally decided not to attend. I had too much on my plate to deal with the pretentious crowd who were probably just waiting to laugh at me.

But then I saw the guest list. Gavin Slade's name jumped out at me. This was it. My miracle. This was my chance to get to Gavin.

I looked at Peter. "I'm going to that party tonight.”

“I’ll arrange for it sir.” He said politely.

“And,” I added. “I guess miracles exist.” I smirked and he just chuckled at the side.

I have to meet him whether he likes it or not.

~~~~~

As I stepped out of the car with Peter, the thumping bass hit us like a wave, that I felt I could go deaf any second from now. The building's exterior was nondescript, but the moment we entered, I was assaulted by the sights and sounds of debauchery. Male and female strippers danced at every corner, their bodies glistening with sweat as they writhed to the music. The rich heirs and socialites tossed money at them like confetti, laughing and cheering as they made it rain with cash. This kind of madness, I tried to always keep myself out of it.

I wasn't interested in any of this at all. I was here for one reason, which was to see Gavin, and then I’ll leave.

Bryce, the one who'd invited me, spotted me and walked over with a glass of liquor in his hand. "Logan my man! Welcome to the party!"

I forced a smile, exchanging pleasantries with Bryce as we shook hands.

“You never come to this kind of parties man. Hoping to socialise more?” he smirked and I could tell he was laughing at me, his eyes glinting with amusement as he asked that question. He knows we are bankrupt and we need help.

“I just wanted to let loose.” I said bitting back every cuss words I planned to say. I shouldn’t insult the host or I’ll get thrown out immediately. I couldn’t afford that.

"How's the family business doing, Logan? Still on top of the world?" He grinned.

I ignored the jab, my expression neutral. "It's doing fine, thanks for asking. But I'm actually here to see Gavin. Do you know where he is?"

Bryce's grin faltered for a moment before he recovered. "Ah, yeah. Gavin's in the VIP section. He's...enjoying himself. But be warned, he doesn't like to be disturbed."

I nodded, my eyes already scanning the room for the VIP section. "Thanks for the heads up." Not that I needed it.

Without another word, I walked towards the VIP section, Peter following closely behind me. But as we approached the entrance, Gavin's bodyguards blocked our path.

"I'm afraid only Mr Logan is allowed in," one of them said, his voice firm but polite.

I raised an eyebrow. "Gavin's expecting me?"

The bodyguard nodded. "Yes sir. Please, follow me."

Now that was news. The bastard has been ignoring me all day but he’s suddenly expecting me? Cowardly prick!

I turned to Peter. "Wait for me here. Be on alert."

Peter nodded, his eyes scanning the surrounding area before focusing on the bodyguards. "Be careful, sir."

I nodded, following the bodyguard into the VIP section.

The room was a stark contrast to the chaos outside. It was darker, colder, and had a much cooler vibe. Gavin sat on a plush couch, surrounded by dancers who were serenading him with their bodies, each one trying to catch his attention. But he looked bored, his Auburn eyes gleaming with a mixture of disinterest and calculation as he watched them swirl to the music. His hair was perfectly messy as if he had ruffled it up time and time again out of boredom, and his perfect face, that chiseled chin which I hated was perfectly illuminated by the dim light.

As I entered, his gaze shifted to me, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Logan, welcome. Come in." he chimed with that annoying baritone voice of his.

He beckoned me closer, his voice dripping with amusement. "Leave us," he told the dancers, his tone harsh.

The girls scrambled to gather the money scattered on the ground, their faces flushed with embarrassment. They quickly exited the room, leaving Gavin and me alone.

The silence was oppressive and the air thick with tension. I could feel Gavin's eyes on me, boring into my skin like cold, calculating drills.

"So, Logan," Gavin said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I hear you're in a bit of a bind. Your company's on the verge of bankruptcy, and you need....my help." he said proudly with a light smirk.

I felt a surge of anger, but I pushed it down, my expression neutral. "Gavin, I....."

He raised a hand, his eyes glinting with amusement. "No, no, Logan. Let's not play games. I know exactly why you're here. And I'm willing to help...but for a price."

My gut twisted with unease. I knew Gavin was a master manipulator, always getting what he wanted no matter the cost. And I had a feeling that his price would be steeper than I was willing to pay.

“What do you want?” I asked boldly. If he wanted me to draw my blood, I’d do it. I can’t let mom's sweat go down the drain like that.

He snickered at my words then he asked. “Are you willing to do anything I ask?” his eyes narrowed as he stared me down and I swallowed hard.

“Yes.” I replied and his lips formed a thin line as he grinned. I’ve always found his grin seductive but poisonous at the same time. Gavin was a beautiful man but his heart was the ugly part of him and I wondered what madness he was going to push me into this time.

“Okay,” he clasped his hands. “I’ll give you the entire 5 billion your company needs.” He said.

“How... how do you know it’s exactly 5 billion? I was only going to ask for a loan of 3 billion from you.” I said shocked.

“Baby boy, I did my findings as soon as I saw your first email.” He laughed.

So he did see all my mails. Again, he’s a dick.

“But, if you want something, you seek it out like you seeked me out.” He gave that stupid seduction grin again.

“Just tell me what you want Gavin and I’ll give it. Shares? Lands? Assets? Just name it.” I said already losing my cool but he just sat there as he laughed.

“I don’t want those useless things. What I want is... entertainment.” He stressed the words.

Entertainment? What the hell was he talking about?

He suddenly pointed at the pole one of the girls were using to serenade him earlier.

“Dance!” were his exact words.