Taming Mr. Black

The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try. I walk towards the bar and sit myself in front of Keiran. I'm pretty early today. Since it's Friday, I decided to come early. Fridays are one of the busiest days in Club K aside Sundays. In less than a few hours there will be men dressed in suits all over these expensive couches with girls on their lap. There's a strip club at the top. It is the VIP area. You need a pass or a ticket to get up there. Most celebrities or wealthy bachelors and married men hang out there. It's their favorite spot in club k.

KILLIAN'S POV" Are you still thinking about what your mother told you?" Raymond, the head of the marketing department in my company, and also my friend, asks. It's Friday. A beautiful day to get wasted, get drunk, fuck, and go back home. And my club is the best place to do that. And that's exactly why I'm in my club. It's a routine for me. Coming out here to drink, smoke, take a girl home is part of my weekend routine. When you have money, a lot of money to be precise, nothing seems interesting anymore. Everything seems just the same. I feel like that lately and my mother just happens to add more salt into the open wound. Reminding me about my older brother, Keith, getting married two months from now, and ringing it in my ear to get settled down too. She believed I'm getting old and I needed to find someone as soon as possible so that I can start giving her grandchildren as soon as possible. Fuck's sake, I'm only thirty, and she's making me look like I'm forty. Plus, Keith is a

I slowly open my eyes as I take in my surroundings. I'm in my bedroom with two different female arms wrapped around my body. " Fuck. What's the time?" I grunt, pushing these unfamiliar women off my body. I don't even remember them or their names. The only thing I remembered last night was getting pissed because Naomi rejected me and ran away. I was kind of furious over the matter. I mean who knew rejection tasted this sour? I've never been rejected by anyone before. I can't even remember a woman telling me no. All they know how to do is say yes especially when there's money involved. I went downstairs last night after Naomi ran away, to the other side of my club that I barely visited and a lot of people were surprised to see me downstairs. I asked Preston where Naomi was and he told me one of the servers saw her get dressed in a hurry and left. She probably thought I wanted to fire her. And then later, I remember requesting Raymond to get me a girl. I guess that's how I ende

Charlie and I visit a bowling alley. He has always wanted to bowl. We played and I taught him how to bowl. He failed countless times but won just once. He was over the moon when he scored one. I bought him a popsicle as a gift. I was broke, but I had to scrape out cash from where I never thought I'd scraped just to make this boy happy today. He was indeed happy. He giggled and laughed as he rode an automatic toy horse. Later I took him to play dodgeball. It was really fun. Charlie was literally the sweetest person in our family. He's the light in my brother's world and I really loved the kid. By the time we played all the games, I was completely broke by the end of the day. We stopped at a small diner to eat and I bought him a small plate of dessert. I didn't order anything, I just went through the pictures I took as Charlie ate. I lock the screen of my phone and place it down on the table as I smile at Charlie. " Enjoying yourself?" I ask. He doesn't answer, just nods. I sigh

" So how's business, Killian? Making more money as always?" Harry says, but I'm not paying attention. The loud music and drunk people makes me want to get the hell out of here and go back to my house. Harry and I aren't really friends, in fact I don't even have a lot of friends. I don't know a lot of people in my life that I can call my friend. Raymond and I became friends the first few months he started working with me. Before he worked below me and he got promoted. Guess that was when I even knew he existed. It took me about three months to actually talk to the guy and another two months to call him my friend. And I think Raymond's the only guy I can call my friend, and maybe my cousin, Preston. Well he's also family and that's a bonus for him. All my life what I've known is making more money. Grabbing the next business opportunity and turning it into millions. I didn't have time for friends or even love. And Harry, he's this guy I call an acquaintance. We're familiar wit