Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Sebastian’s point of view

I had on a stoic face, a blank reaction to the lady that rocked and twerked her life out on my legs. My eyes were pinned on a figure far away from me, rather than fixed on the girl I’d came into the club with.

At the far end of the room receiving my heavy and intense gaze, in the middle of two girls dancing, was Ryan McCall. A whiskey glass to his left hand, while his right hand guarded a lady’s thigh to sync well with his moves.

What’s with him and always stalking me? I came to this club to unwind and have some fun, there I met him already doing that.

He never goes clubbing, I knew that because I knew him. He’s the bastard who wouldn’t allow me become the city’s top wealthiest billionaire. He’s my forbidden challenge, my eternal nemesis, and the toughest bane to my goddamn existence.

The mere sight of him sets my blood on fire, my lungs on rage. We didn’t become enemies out of the blue, in fact we used to be more than acquaintances, we were best friends in the past, best of friends.

We grew up together, went to the same high school, and graduated from the same college. We were often referred to as twin brothers, some would even go further and call us lovers. That was how close we were.

Everything however, for no reason became dust when Ryan disappeared for six years barely some months after we left college. I searched everywhere for him, looked everywhere for him then, did all I could to contact him and be assured of his safety, but I got nothing.

I got nothing, no response, no assurance, nothing at all came from him to me. The only closure I had was from his father, who told me then Ryan was gone because he wanted nothing to do with me no longer.

It took me two good years to forget about him and move the fuck on with my life.

I went on with my dreams, my goals and launched my company, I had a rough start out but I became bigger than I expected, I found my way to the very top, four years after I debuted into the CEO’s career.

Then all of a sudden, out of the calm seething blue came Ryan McCall, announced as the heir to the Growan’s empire. An empire a tip below my feet of status.

In the lightest of time, Ryan levitated his empire above mine and took the first spot from me. He also worked overtime to launch a limimal space between us so I wouldn’t come back for his throne quicker easily.

How he did it was never clear to me, but it only took him a year and a half to become my enemy.

That was the last knack for me to despise every single thing on earth that answers Ryan McCall. He first off left me out to the wild for five good years, then return to reward our past by becoming my misery.

He took the one thing he knew I’ve always dreamt of having. I recall the days I’ve yabbed to him on how I wanted to become the most successful man in our city if not the world, how I aspired to be at the very top. Yet he became an obstacle, and locked the path to my dream.

It’s bitter of me, but I could care less. Especially when I found out Ryan has been stealing my investors.

Nevertheless, I stayed quiet and never gave up, I became more determined than ever. I branched out of my main game, and utilized ny other talents to chase back for the top spot. I’m a software developer, days alone in my room could bred an expensive unit for the future.

All these while this went on between the both of us for a year and the half, Ryan made no mistake to reach out to me and explain to me why he was gone for all these years. And that only made me hate him the more, that truly he never regarded me the way I regarded him.

Instead he initiated the petty game to keep me on to himself, and feigned ignorance. He’d go after the people I intend to work with, and get them for himself.

I’m pretty sure I won’t have a great night if Ryan doesn’t disappear out of my sight so I pushed the lady on me off as I urged to my feet. “Excuse me,” my dry tone mouthed apologetically as I sauntered away from her.

I’m familiar with the club’s owner, he’s a friend and a partner. I in no time arrived and knocked on the door to his office.

“Come-“ he didn’t finish his sentence before I pushed the door open for my presence to lure in.

“Sebastian Torres, to what do I owe-“

“I need to own your club tonight. Ten million dollars.” I went straight to the point, my face bored as I anticipated his response.

“Tonight, as in what do you mean-“

“I’m going to buy the ownership for this club for twenty four hours, after which the club will go back to being yours,” I cut him off to expatiate on what I mean better.

“Oh!” He hummed.

“For Ten Million Dollars,” I reiterated to pitch my seriousness.

“Fine, let me get you the paperworks,”

“That’ll be unnecessary,” I responded before I turned around and exited the office.

I went back to the club, up at the ViP section where I and Ryan were. He was right where I left him.

I went straight to him the moment I arrived back at the lounge, my cold eyes narrowed at the two ladies melting all around him, they halted in an instant, as they pulled away from him.

“Mister Sebastian. Wow, it’s so lovely to-“

“Get out of my club,” I ignored the lady that tried to start a conversation with me to gave Ryan my order instead.

Ryan looked around in confusion to who I might be talking to if not him, though my steel gaze was pinned on him as well as ny intimidating aura, yet he still thought my words were directed to someone else.

This was our first time in near seven years that an interaction would ensue between the both of them. How rich.

“Last I checked, this club belongs to Asher Kings, a friend of mine actually soooo….. Is it me you’re talking to?” His brows creased with his squinted gaze.

“Not tonight it doesn’t, this club is mine and owned for the next twenty four hours. Bought it for couple millions of dollars. Now I’d like to have you thrown out in the filthiest way possible, but given the need to be courteous, I’m rudely requesting you to get the fuck out of my club.” All while I spoke, fury burnt high inside of me.

However, my facade appeared calm, my rage kept to my insides. No reflection of it on my face, neither a muscle strained on my cheek, nor veins stretched over my forehead. My facials remained calm and composed, other than the stoic expression I had on.

“Alright, alright. Though this is not how I expect us to meet and talk Mister Sebastian Torres.” He chuckled as he staggered backwards. His movement slurry. He is drunk for sure.

“Out,” I repeated coldly.

Ryan laughed as he grabbed his jacket and took a gulp out of the whiskey bottle he held. “Let’s go ladies, the fun is not yet over. Don’t let this bitter bored fellow stop us from having fun.” He waved at the ladies who swerved to his side at once.

“But I promise you Mister, I’m gonna get you back.”

I huffed at his threat, even though it doesn’t sound like one.