Damien Sterling disliked the sensation of being ensnared, especially by a woman who seemed unremarkable.
His voice cold and detached, he said, "This one will do," before getting into his car with a darkened expression.
The black sedan roared towards the "Crimson" bar, a place where a single night's expenditure could soar into the hundreds of thousands.
It was here, at the insistence of his friends, that his bachelor party was to be held.
Upon his arrival, stunning hostesses in aviation uniforms led him to the grandest private suite.
In the midst of his complex emotions, Damien casually opened several bottles of champagne, each worth a small fortune.
"Ah, Mr. Sterling finally makes his appearance. We've been awaiting you. Did your fiancée delay you?" teased Chase Hunter, his dark face wearing a sly smile.
"So, it seems marriage is on the cards for you."
