xan

oor like they were possessed, women grinding against men as if their lives depen

k at them if they met outside, were happy and excited at the chance of touch

pat

ssing my legs and closing my e

l was I doin

cloying perfume that hung heavy in the air. Annoying. Yet, here I was, s

here, a woman walked toward me, her hips swaying deliberately,

at. Ano

or. Without waiting for an invitation, she sat down in t

ooth. "It seems like you need a drink..." Her lips cu

as the tone I used. She might as well have b

d, brushing the lapel of my suit with her fingers in what I assumed she tho

ld drive most men to their knees. Her lips were painted crimso

was nothing. Le

er false hope, and said, "Of course, I

ded eagerly. "Anything, Mr.

ng it slowly in my hand. The liquid caught the light

ly, anticipation writ

her and tilted the glass, po

the chair. She gasped loudly, her eyes wide with shock. The mus

rf

fixed her with a cold stare. My voice dropped to a dan

lthy hands," I said, my tone as sharp

gasping for air, but no words came out

d dabbing the tips of my fingers as if her mere p

cheeks burning with embarrass

really n

looked up to see Leo strolling toward me, a smirk plastered on his

ng back in my chair as he dr

es, man. But honestly, that was hilarious. But you shouldn't be mea

. "That's why I'm here in the fir

ed. "You call this tolerating? You just poured wine over a w

shifting downward to th

nd it. I could

desperation. It was the people

, it was something else, something I couldn't place my hand on

hem. Desp

ing, the richest man in the country, was gay. The rumors said I

Let them assume. I'd stopped caring w

to do here?" I muttered, takin

eh, I'm bored too. It's not like I can be down t

re?" I asked, archin

d back in his chair, shaking his head. "He told me I had to have a

d almost forgotten how crazy my

wo types of wealth: old money and new money. If new money were the ones bragging about their wealth

the ladder of old money. From generation t

back to the floor below, and then stopp

ng a dress, different from the half naked women around her. It wasn't just her outfit that caught my attention-it was

for reasons I couldn't explain. And th

saw who had my attention. "Whoa, is that a woman....are you actually interested in her? I

tightened as a thought crept into my mind, one I di

der, are you

what was happening

us? Are you actually

oving, taking me down the steps toward

looking at her, trying to remember

in her own world. But then, as if sensing my

e stumbled back slightly. My hand moved instinctive

o my shock, she smiled and pulled me by my suit so w