Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir by Ryker Helios

50. Crap!

I ask Coraline if she wants to join me in the VVIP section, because the music keeps getting louder and louder, and as the night matures, more and more people keep coming into the bar premises.

But Coraline shakes her head and stands up, “No, Jace, I think I’d love to join the dance floor now,” she comments, and gives me a suggestive look, “wanna join me?”

I take a glance at the packed crowd of sweaty bodies, and try not to grimace, “maybe not tonight, Coraline.”

“Okay,” Coraline doesn’t try to persuade me further. She gives me a soft sort of smile, the same kind my mother used to give me when she thought I was being grumpy but in a cute way. It makes

heart pang my

in my chest.

Coraline bounces off to the dance floor, and I look around until I find the entrance to the VVIP lounge that is situated on the second floor of the bear, probably the area with plush couches and a more private bar that I can see through the railing from even down here through the gap on the second floor. I take out my wallet and try to find the emerald card before realizing that I had left it at the hotel. Cursing myself, I take another, more common card that doesn’t have as much of a credit limit but would be enough for once in the lounge.

I make my way to the entrance and notice a burly man in a waiter’s suit standing next to a podium, looking as if he had bitten into a lime. And just like that, I get a feeling that things are about to not go according to the plan. For a moment, I wonder if I should just turn tail and leave for the public bar. After all, Lemon is there, and he is polite and sociable. And at least a bit familiar.

Or maybe I am overreacting. There’s only one way to find out.

I wall about to the burly man and give him my most charming smile.

lounge. Can I get a temporary membership for the night?” I purposefully drop Lemon’s name as not to

that, the burly dude’s eyes narrow. He scans my being with the painstakingly familiar air of judge mentality.

muse to myself, here we go again.

scoffs, “sure, kid, like

reply with much sincerity as

man growled, “every night some miscreant like you would walk up here, maybe dared by your frat friends because it’s so cool to make yourself a nuisance to good, hard working folk, and demand entry to the lounge and then will proceed to trash the place with your friends who should not be allowed on the streets, much less in bars. And every time that happens, I will have to answer to the boss on

face was red like a tomato by the end of the tirade. The rant has so much feeling to it

that you have been inconvenienced by frat boys

because the man’s expression becomes even more grumpier.

my childhood I did not have the good conscience to give up on clothes unless they were totally

the university I attended, and my

hoped so,” I shrug, “As I said before, I’m not a frat boy, and I can pay my way in.”

eyes is so challenging, and I find myself unable to back down from a challenge. The earlier jitteriness makes itself known in my being. I feel like I’m

man grouses, “and you want me to believe that you can pay the fee for the

the fee?” I

your paygrade.”

I’m starting to get

I say, “and is this the way you

the way I treat hooligans coming here to waste my time.” He sneers, “so go