CHAPTER 2

Jordan's POV

I furrowed my brows in confusion as the GPS says "Dan Mario." Dan Mario is a club and I looked again at the billboard. How the hell will my client ask me to meet him at a club?

I sigh in frustration. This is a huge contract or else, I will never step my feet into a club. I make sure to lock my car door and keep the keys in my pocket. I clench and unclench my muscles as I walk towards the door. I walked inside the rowdy hall and searched for the "corner" my client said he was. A young lady in an exposed body hug walked toward me with a seductive smile. "Want some boobs?" She asked staring at her exposed cleavage and rubbing her nipples from the outside.

She nauseated me. Everything about this club does. I wanted to shove her off my face, but ended up making a faint attempt on politeness by waving my head, before walking towards a secured area.

The screams from the club are heightened when an artist goes on stage singing God knows what. The party lights blinded me as I finally found the "corner." I see a bouncer securing the area with a large gun.

The bouncer nods his head at me in approval as I approach, and ushered me in.

I see my client receiving a blow job and a massage from two strippers. "Oh, that's good baby," he says with heightened pleasure. The bouncer makes a little cough to announce his presence as my client shoots cum into the slut's mouth before closing his trouser. A fat man with a little dick.

Disgustingly, I look at the ladies as they feel my gaze and immediately leave, not before my client slaps one of them in the butt cheek. She giggles and shakes her ass, leaving the room to us in privacy.

"Mr. Yates. Oh, welcome." My client said with a toothless grin, holding a smoke in one hand and a drink in another. I held myself in place to avoid asking him what the hell he was doing in a club. For a business meeting at that.

"Nice to finally meet you...?"

"Ohh, it is just Daniels. Let us drop the formalities." He said with that grin again.

"Okay. Let's get down to business Daniels."

"No, no, no. Not so fast. You barely got here. Relax and enjoy yourself. Get a girl or something. You are at a club, man." He said with a laugh.

It takes everything in me to avoid smatching his head on the glass table between us. "I am relaxed. Business before pleasure," I replied curtly.

"Whatever you say, Mr. Yates" he answered with an emphasis on the "t", before taking a long sip from his glass.

"So," I started, "my company will be supplying 360 bags of chemicals to yours in the next few days."

"Yes. I heard that a lot. What's your price?" He asked.

We had already discussed this on the phone. I wonder what was wrong will him. Maybe a kick on his balls could solve everything.

"200 billion USD," I said as a matter of fact.

He queered his eyebrows. "150 USD," He replies, making a toast to me before he drinks again.

"The price is not negotiable. I thought I told your PA beforehand?" I ask with a queered expression.

"She told me that... In bed, but that doesn't matter, does it? That's why I called you over. To bargain it. CEO to CEO," he said with a mischievous smirk.

I study his face, hoping for a punch line. Waiting for him to tell me he wasn't one of those bosses who slept with their employees, but it never came. The only thing that rested on his face was an annoying smirk. One I wish to wipe out from his face completely. Little wonder the bastard chose a club for a meeting.

"Then we have no deal," I replied.

"180 USD and last," he said with a wicked smile.

I felt sick in my stomach and needed to get out of there.

"We are not bargaining this, Mr. Daniels," I said standing up.

"200 USD it is then. Relax, I was just messing with you. Do you know what humor is at all?" He asked, shaking his head in laughter.

I sat back, furious about this whole deal.

"Why don't we make a toast to our contract?" He asked, pouring me a drink into a spare glass.

I sigh and pick up the drink. I sniff it suspiciously to make sure it is not alcohol before I take a sip, dropping the glass down.

"Now that was not so bad, was it?" He chuckled.

"I will be sending in the upfront soon. Drop your number with my PA." He said, in an attempt to leave.

"One more thing," I said, looking up to him.

He cast an irritated glance at me with a confused expression. "What?"

"I want the last payment after the last supply," I said, cautious that he was in a hurry to leave.

"You will get it. Any other thing? My driver is waiting outside." He asked before leaving as I shook my head.

I stood up and made for the door before I am hit with dizziness. What the hell? I muttered, holding my head with my palm. The pain seems to stop as I search for the door with my other hand, the room spinning suddenly. I feel so turned on and drowsy at the same time, and I knew I'd get blue balls if I didn't release myself somewhere.

I held the doorknob and opened it, only to see a man blocking my path. "I need to pass," I screamed at him over the loud party noise. I need to get out of here and drive off immediately.

"Not going to happen," he said and carries me upstairs.

I lost myself to the beat of the distant music and gave in to unconsciousness.