Chapter 21 - The club’s VIP - II

Even though Grace was quite at a distance from her friends, it did not mean that she was not going to look at them. Marco was dancing with two ladies and somehow, he managed to give both of them equal amounts of attention.
How did he even do that?
Moving on, she looked at me, and apparently, her friend was in the middle of a drinking challenge. She and her competitor had a tree of shorts in front of them each and by the looks of it, they were both halfway through.
She shook her head. At least this time, she would not be the one who would have to take the responsibility of taking Mia home.
Grace blinked and turned her head a little bit to the left. Why did you feel like someone was watching her? Who could possibly watch her in a club filled with rich brats?
Nonetheless, she turned back around and finished her drink. Only then, she moved back down the stairs and towards the bar. She could use another.
Instead of going back, once a drink was kept in front of her on the bar top, occupied a seat over there. Who was going to climb the stairs after walking to the sea of sweaty people ready to get handsy with anyone?
She took a ship of the drink, relishing the cold liquid as it went down her throat. The drink has been the same since college and honestly, why would she change it unless she had a ton of money to order drinks that were more expensive than two pieces of clothes combined?
Someone settled into the seat next to her and she made sure to keep her eyes on the drink in front of the fire in case the person wanted to talk. God forbid, she had to make small talk in a bar.
Her nose got a whiff of the scent worn by the man next to her and it intrigued her a little bit, because it was not often she liked the perfume choices of people, especially men.
Who is he?
Snowy, Grace turned her face towards the man, just in case if he looked, she would be able to turn around.
Her eyes settled on the side profile of his face and she frowned. Was he..
The man turned to her and his eyes twinkled with the dim lights of the club. "Grace," Miguel tilted his head a little, "I did not know you liked this place."
"I," she shrugged, and looked back at the dance floor, "I actually came with my friends. They are frequent here. It's a little too packed and dim lit for me."
"I will take the critique into consideration."
"What?" Grave blinked in surprise. "Why would you?"
Miguel's lips titled up. "This is my club, Grace. If making a few changes makes you visit more, I'll try."
Heat crawled to her face, and she wanted to die in a second. Miguel Vega was flirting with her.
Multimillionaire and a man so far away from the public eye that no one would even recognise him if he sat next to them for an hour, he was flirting with her.
She smiled then retracted it before doing that again. She realized how awkward it must have looked.
"I.. I do not have a lot of time to visit clubs and all. I have a bar near my apartment that I go to quite frequently because it's on my way from work. So.." she looked around the place, "he might not see me here anyway."
He nodded slowly and once. "I'll try that bar then."
Her mouth almost flopped, open at his reply before she took control of herself. Grace redirected herself towards her drink and took a hearty sip.
While she was taking the sip, she could swear she heard him chuckle.