Chapter 1

GIANNA'S POV

PRESENT DAY

I stood before the club and watched the red and blue lights flashing out of the building. I also watched as people made their way in and out of the club and I wondered if they also had the same intention as me to drink to stupor till their pains were long gone and forgotten.

It wasn't written on their foreheads so I only knew of me.

I make my way in with my ponytail hitting on my back. I headed straight to the bar table and ordered vodka.

"Any other suggestions? It doesn't hit as hard as it used to." I say as I move my glass to the young male bartender to refill it. "A higher-grade vodka or whiskey, maybe."

"You want to mix?" He asked as he turned the liquid into my glass.

I took a shot and moved it to him again. "Yes, any problem?"

"No, but the last whiskey has been bought by that man." I didn't turn to look at who he pointed to but stared at the alcohol shelve where the drink I guessed to be the whiskey he was talking about was.

"It's right there." I look at him then at the drink then back at him again to tell him I can see the drink. "Doesn't look bought." I looked down at my glass as I moved it on the table. "Give it to me. I'll pay higher." I tell him and he looks at me unsure of my bargain.

"But, ma'am. . ."

"What?" I interrupted him before he could speak further. "Do you take me for a woman who can't afford a ten million bill?"

"No ma. Sorry. I didn't mean that. The drink doesn't cost that much. I'm just not sure if I should give in to your demand."

I huff out a sigh and fiddle with my clutch bag to take out my card. "I'll pay higher for that." I dance the card between my index and middle finger before sliding it through to him. He stares at it still not convinced. "Take your tip from there too. The pin is on me." He sighs and takes my card to make the payment.

I grab the whiskey he drops before me and the bottle of vodka. I filled my cup halfway with vodka and then topped it with the whiskey. I did a small shake before taking it into my mouth in one shot.

"Aah." I exhale. This was exactly what I needed.

My father wouldn't be proud of me, but well, I am only this way once in a while. I'm not an alcohol addict. I only come here when I'm down and feel the need to spend on drinks and indulge in one-night stands.

I guess it sums it all up. Drinking for my departed sister and filling the void my cheating boyfriend had left.

This is the only day you realize the smiley happy Gianna Doxon had a messed up life.

I would have taken the task of visiting Joanna's grave when I was down, but sadly, her grave is countries away and I have no choice but to spend my entire afternoon whenever I'm down, looking into thin air in deep thoughts of what would have been if she was still with us.

Another shot. Another shot and Another shot.

With the way the bartender now looked at me, he probably thought I was crazy. How dumb he couldn't read it in my eyes that I've been through so much pain.

"I see you sold out my whiskey." A deep menacing voice spoke from behind.

I look behind me at the tall body body-built man dressed in a simple polo and jeans. Simple but I bet they cost more than this whiskey times ten.

His hands were in his pockets, standing tall and proud like he owned the club. My eyes traced his hand veins then moved up to his chiseled jaws, slim lips, pointed nose, and then his eyes. Piercing brown eyes like I owned what belonged to him.

I smiled at him. Yes, I do.

I look away from him to turn myself another vodka and whiskey.

He moves to stand beside me but I don't look at him. His deep cologne was refreshing at the same time, seductive, my pussy ached.

"I see you are the man," I say as I shake on the mix.

"You've been drinking."

"You've been watching?" I shake my head at him and scoff. "Unbelievable," I say in a dramatic tone.

He gestures to the bartender to come closer. He whispers something into his ear and points in the direction of the busy area of the club. "Okay, sir." The bartender nods and moves to do as told.

"You know, you shouldn't blame him or me. The club should consider making available more drinks of our liking. It's a business thing."

"I don't blame anyone for the whiskey. You have it. Lucky you. I'll just have to order more of the expensive drinks here."

"Filthy rich, aren't you?"

He says nothing but watches me in curiosity like he knows me or like I baffle him. I don't know, but his wandering eyes on me reminded me of what it felt like to be loved and admired by someone.

Long story short, I wasn't the only one. To this man here, I'm sure I'm one of many he's admired today. Cole made me believe so about men.

The night was getting tiring. I've had enough alcohol for today and I doubt I'm in my right state of mind.

I take a shot and turn my whole body towards him.

"Wanna go somewhere?" I stare at his shocked expression and shrug my right shoulder.

"You're way too straightforward in a club like this and no, I don't want to. You're drunk."

"And if I wasn't?" He stares at me for a while before pinching the bridge of his nose to look away, ignoring my question as he looks at the bartender walking in. "I'm not. I'm bored and need to get laid. Take it as my pay for your whiskey."

"Don't be cheap."

"I'm not. I'm just horny." His eyes meet mine and I shrug, not caring about how I look or how I sound.

He rests his hand on the counter and moves close to watch me for a moment. He read my eyes and I wondered what he saw.

Pain or sincerity?

"You don't know who I am, do you?"

I shake my head with a smile. "A millionaire?"

"I'm bigger than that. I'll be back." I watched him walk away into the crowd and I just sat there waiting for him. I decide to take one more shot but then he shows up, placing a hand on the lower of my back, and gesturing me to stand.

I stood and followed him past the crowd, up the stairs then we walked to an elevator which took us up to more rooms. He led me to the last room and opened it with a key.

"What? You own this club?" I chuckle as I walk inside.

As I move to explore the red room, he stops me by pulling me to him with his hand. My front came in contact with his chest and he slammed his lips into mine.