Damien’s POV
I walked into the Lusty strip club and stood a few walks from the door with my protective agents, and my eyes were scanning around the bar. I was dressed in a black and white blazed color shirt with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and black denim pants and an expensive wristwatch on my left wrist, which complimented my rich look. I looked quite gorgeous as I stood by the doorpost, scanning the entire room with my eyes. I loved to stop at Lusty Strip Club occasionally because it helps me unfold and relax when needed. In an actual sense, there was nothing relaxing about the club. It was too loud for anyone to clear their heads, let alone ponder. I always come here when I need to escape from my troubles by saturating myself in the noise of other people's happiness.
