The heels clicked in rhythm against the marble floor as Savannah strutted through the grand lobby of her penthouse with her girls, Olivia, Ava, and Priya, trailing behind her in excitement. Work had been a bitch today, client meetings, investor calls, endless rounds of approval for her new luxury campaign. She needed to blow off some fucking steam.
"Tonight's about us bitches!" Olivia, the wildest of the group yelled as she tossed her sleek black curls and spun dramatically near the elevator. They all laughed. "Honestly, if I see one more email from the marketing executive, I'll strangle someone" groaned Priya, her Indian-British accent sounding even more exasperated.
Savannah, tall and radiant in a sleek, ruby-red dress that hugged her hourglass figure like second skin, turned with a smirk.
"Let's just get blackout drunk and maybe flirt our stress away. Velvet Halo girls!!!! Let's go all in!".
Velvet Halo wasn't your average strip club, it was elite. Members only. A place where billionaires played, secrets danced in the shadows and desires were currency.
The black SUV pulled up to the Golden-Trimmed entrance and they all stepped out, heels clicking, lips glossy, curves wrapped in satin, mesh and lace.
The moment they walked in, the air changed, thick with sex, temptation and money. The club was dimly lit with red lights, smoke curled in the air and the bass of music pulsed like a heartbeat.
On stage, two male strippers were doing things that made Ava clutch her pearls.
"Fucking hell" she whispered, "That one just slid the pole upside down".
Savannah's eyes wandered over to the female dancers, grinding, thrusting, bodies glowing under strobe lights.
Laughter echoed around them as they moved deeper into the luxurious chaos. They settled into a booth as the waitress in a latex bodysuit served them golden flutes of Armand de Brignac and Louis XIII shots. It was seduction on the tap, skin, smoke, music and money.
Savannah leaned back, sipping her drink slowly, watching a dancer crawl toward her table on all fours. Her lips parted as the woman reached her, grinding lightly against the edge of their booth, locking eyes with her and smirking.
"She likes you." Priya teased and Savannah chuckled. "I'm flattered"
As they laughed and flirted, a new energy entered the club, subtle but strong, almost like the scent of something forbidden, and then she saw him.....
Cassian Virelli
He stepped through the beaded curtain at the VIP entrance wearing a perfectly tailored black on black suit, no tie, the first three buttons of his shirt undone, revealing a glimpse of a toned inked chest. The lighting kissed his sharp jaw, tousled black hair and those piercing steel blue eyes that scanned the room like he owned it.
Because he fucking did..
He moved like a predator and then his gaze found hers. Savannah felt it in her stomach first, then her thighs, then somewhere deeper....
Cassian didn't approach, not immediately. He just watched her, a crooked smirk playing across his lips, sipping his whiskey with the kind of confidence that could burn a woman alive.
"Fuck me" Olivia whispered. "Who the hell is that?" Savannah tried to ignore him, crossing her legs tighter. "No idea, but he's hot".
Time passed, more drinks, more dancing. Priya and Olivia eventually stumbled out, too tipsy to continue.
"Let's call it" Priya slurred. "You guys go" Savannah said, "Ava and I will stay a little longer"
Ava grinned. "Hell yeah, we're not done yet". A shirtless man poured shots into Ava's mouth while Savannah watched, giggling.
The night blurred and Cassian appeared... again
"Excuse me?" His voice was smooth, low and deep enough to make her panties damp.
He turned to Ava, flashing her a half smile. "May I steal your friend for a moment?"
Ava raised her brow in amusement. "Only if you give her back eventually." Savannah rolled her eyes playfully.
"I won't take long." He promised, extending his hand to Savannah. She hesitated for half a second before slipping her fingers into his.
His palm was warm and firm. "Drinks?" he offered, leading her to one of the quieter bars in the back.
"I've had enough," she said, waving him off. "One more, and I'll probably puke all over your designer shoes." He chuckled.
"Fair enough, but that will be a hell of an ice breaker." She smiled, "Savannah"
"Cassian." Their eyes locked. "You always pick up women like this?" She teased
"Only the ones who can afford their own drinks." He said
They laughed and the tension between the melted into something electric.
"So what do you do, Savannah?"
"CEO, Red Muse Group, luxury media, fashion, beauty, all the fancy shit"
He whistled "Impressive, I've heard of it. Your name's on every major campaign this season."
"Good. That means my PR team isn't wasting money. And you?" She asked
"Co-owner of this place"
She blinked.
"Wait, Velvet Halo, you own it?" He nodded, grinning.
"Co-own it. And I run a tech company too. Vyreon Corp, AI, automation, clean tech. This..." He gestured around, "is just for fun."
"Fucking hell" she muttered, impressed.
They talked more about power, money, privacy, lust.... He didn't touch her, not yet, but his gaze did all the work, undressing her slowly, deliberately and she felt it.
When she realized Ava was probably drunk dialing her ex at the booth, Savannah stood.
"I should get back"
Cassian reached into his coat and handed her a sleek, black card and it read
Cassian Virelli
CEO, Vyreon Corporations
Private line: (310)555-0093
Office: 27th floor, ApexTech Tower, Downtown LA
Email: [email protected]
"Call me" He said, "if you want to do this again."
She took the card as their fingers touched. "Goodnight Savannah" He whispered
"Goodnight" she whispered back, butterflies wreaking havoc in her tummy.
He walked her back to Ava. "Ladies" he said, nodding respectfully.
Ava smirked. "That was smooth as fuck." Savannah tucked the card in her bra. "it's nothing, just a conversation".
Ava chuckled. "Right, that's what we're calling foreplay now?"
They stepped into the night, the club's neon glow still humming behind them.
Savannah knew this was no ordinary night and could not wait to spend more time with him.