Chapter 1
Darian Voss stared into the gigantic mirror before him, he stood completely naked, the water from his black curly hair dripped to the floor slowly, and he had his back to his men who went about getting his outfits ready.
He stretched his hand to grab his cigar box, he took out a cigar and waited for the guard beside him to light up his cigarette.
He puffed some smoke into the mirror which made it a bit blurry, gently, he used his hand to wipe it off, making it squeaky clean again, his jet-blue eyes piercing into the mirror.
“How many more hours do I have?” He asked no one in particular while still staring into the mirror.
“Less than fifteen minutes Boss,” the guard who had lit his cigar said.
“Less than fifteen minutes?” He turned to look at his men, anger boiling within him.
The scar on his upper right brow furrowed making it look even uglier and more intimidating.
“What have you idiots been doing?” He roared, forgetting for a moment that he had rejected so many outfits presented to him in the past thirty minutes.
“Apologies Boss” they chorused, bowing to him.
“Get out!” He yelled, kicking against the chair that blocked his way.
His men looked at one another, wondering if he wanted them to leave.
“I said get out, morons” he yelled again.
His men scurried away in fear, each of them placing everything they were holding on his large wooden king-size bed.
He strode to the bed and picked his clothes with delicate care, he ran his fingers gently on the fabrics as if appraising the quality.
Sliding into his shirt, he adjusted the collar with caution. His hands moved smoothly, tucking and buttoning his shirt and pants flawlessly.
“Fuck” he muttered under his breath as he glanced at his wristwatch. He was already late for his meeting.
He walked to the mirror again to take one last look at himself, he knew he always looked good but he always loved to be extra.
He adjusted his belt and ran his hand through his wet black wavy hair, his blue eyes sparkling to the sunlight reflection on the mirror.
He took one last look at his room before he walked out of the room leaving the door wide open.
The car was ready and the driver sat waiting for him.
“Let’s go,” Darian said, putting on his Versace sunglasses and sliding into the backseat.
The journey was quiet and hitch-free, it was always like that when he was going to his meetings but never the same when coming back.
He was always angry and pissed whenever the meetings ended.
The eleven men stood up and they bowed to him immediately as he entered the grand chambers.
“Let’s begin,” he said, making his way majestically to his grand chair of authority.
The men whispered amongst themselves, no one was willing to speak up.
“Are you just going to whisper and not speak?” His eyes trailed to the men one after the other.
“Our ‘Easy goods’ are ready, but yours aren’t,” Jasper, who had found the confidence to speak finally said.
“Yes, and the Sudanese are coming in tomorrow. We do not wish to disappoint them” José added.
“Is that all?” He asked, picking up his mobile phone next to the table.
“Yes Don” they replied.
“My Easy goods will be ready by the end of today.” He watched them nod their heads as he got up to leave.
They all got up to bow to him as he made his way out of the grand Chambers.
He dialed a number on his phone, as he walked to his car.
“What’s the delay?” He asked over the phone.
“I want just one before the end of today or you lose your job” he threatened and ended the call.
He made his way to where his car was parked.
“Hand over the keys” he ordered the driver who leaned against the car waiting for him.
The driver handed over the keys to him without delay.
Darian ignited the engine and in minutes he was on his way to Vesper club.
He needed to relax, it had been a long tiring week for him and he deserved a drink that wasn’t from his bar back at his mansion.
Darian walked to the entrance of the club. It had two entrances, one for regular people and the other for VVIP customers.
He walked to the VVIP entrance, the bouncers at the entrance bowed to him and he simply nodded.
Making his way into the club, the multicolored lights from the club flashed through his face. As usual, it was buzzing with people who sat to have a chat or dance to the full blast of music.
His eyes caught an enchanting lady dressed in a bodycon red dress, with red matte lipstick to match her dress, her bouncy brown hair fell on her shoulders, and he admired her smooth brown skin that shimmered when the lights were on her.
Before her was a glass of drink which he figured out to be a mojito.
It was the most common drink ladies ordered at the bar.
The lady looked different from the others, through her dress and the way she looked around the club like it was her first time. He was sure he had not seen her before and she was new to the club.
He looked at her glass again and he noticed that she had barely touched it.
“Well, not today. I’ll just have my drink” he muttered, making his way to his favourite spot.
“Let go of me you pervert” he heard a voice yell.
Darian minded his business, it was a common thing at the club. Women were constantly harassed and he hated it so much but he was sure the bouncers would do their work diligently.
“A glass of Moscow Mule” he ordered from the bartender, slipping onto the stool.
“I’ll make sure you get arrested” he heard the voice yell again. Now, he was sure it was a lady making the threats.
Darian snorted, did he just hear the lady threaten a man with an arrest?
Things like that don’t work at Windermere anymore. But he was curious to know the new resident who made such comments.
To his greatest surprise, it was his enchanting sweetheart.
Darian looked around, everyone was minding their business just like he was doing a few minutes ago.
He fought back the urge not to go rescue the lady but he needed to be the perfect gentleman out of a thousand in the club.
“Hey, get your hands off her” he stood with his hands in his pockets before the lady and the pervert who harassed her.
“And who are you?” The pervert sneered angrily, irritated by Darian’s intervention.
“Young lady, was this man harassing you?” He turned to the young lady.
The lady was shocked to speak, her eyes just resting on his bare chest. The crisp black shirt he wore had a few buttons open which revealed a great amount of his chest area. Confusion etched across her face, unsure of what to say.
She simply nodded.
Darian rolled his sleeves and landed a punch on the pervert.
“You should ask around next time before messing around with the wrong woman,” he warned, snarling at the pervert struggling to stand on his feet.
“Let’s get you out of here” he grabbed the lady, making their way out of the club.
Once they were out he released his hand slowly.
“Thank you” the lady whispered as she tried getting a glimpse of his face.
Darian sensed her curiosity but he simply ignored her. He dipped his hand into his pockets and took out a cigar and lighter.
“Hope you don’t mind?” He raised a brow.
“I don’t,” the lady shook her head slightly.
“What are you called?” He asked, putting back the lighter into his pocket and puffing out a smoke.
“Latoya. Latoya Fontaine” she blushed, her eyes resting on his muscular arms.
“Let’s get you home Latoya,” he said, making his way to his car.
“No. Not to worry, I can find my way home” she declined.
Darian stopped, and slowly he turned to look at her.
“You don’t want perverts like him tracing you home, do you?” He asked, using his cigar to point at the club.
Latoya’s eyes trailed to the club and he could see the fear in her eyes.
“I know but…”
“Don’t worry, just be safe” Darian said, making his way into his car.
He was about to shut the door when he heard her calm, soothing voice.
“Wait”
“It’s just two stops away,” she pointed toward the lonely pathway.
“Hop in,” he gestured to her to follow the passenger side.
Latoya got into the car and fastened her seatbelt.
She wondered why Darian only said a few words and he wasn’t convincing.
A perfect gentleman would insist on dropping her off but just one decline and Darian didn’t care.
“Two stops right?” she heard him ask.
“Yes,” she nodded.
Darian drove out of the club premises but he stopped at the first junction.
“Is there a problem?” Latoya looked at him and darted her eyes around the area, wondering why he stopped.
“Depends” Darian had a sinister smile curl up his lips as he replied, looking at her.
He opened the center compartment, carefully taking out a little bottle that seemed like perfume. He sprayed the content towards her, and she held her chest, coughing uncontrollably.
She attempted to open the door and get down but she felt weak and life was slipping away. Using her last strength, she reached out to Darian, her vision blurred and her words incoherent.
“What did…did you do to me?” she managed to ask before hitting her head against the dashboard and losing consciousness.
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