#Chapter105
XAVIER POV
I park my car outside the club, the smooth vibrations of the slow music wandering in the air outside the entrance.
/"Xavier long time no see!/" My friend Christian pulls me into a handshake.
/"Looks good./" I comment, analysing the building up and down.
It was a tall building made of cinder blocks rather than traditional bricks, giving it a modern look. Tall windows line the walls, showing the warm light from inside.
/"Glad you could make it man!/" He takes me inside.
He takes me up the floating glass stairs, and into one of the private booths.
He presses the red button on the far edge of the table and a couple of moments later a waiter, dressed in a tux, arrived to take our order.
/"A scotch on the rocks./" I tell him, he nods and leaves.
/"I have to say Xavier, I'm a little bummed you didn't let me invite Amelia Davis./" He laughs, pausing when the waiter comes back with our drinks.
