Hugo strode confidently through the crowd, his eyes locked on the stunning woman in red.
His jacket hung perfectly over his shoulders, his hair had just the right amount of gel, and his cologne—something he'd splurged on—was working overtime.
Some girls even gave him sneaky glances as he walked past, and Hugo couldn't help but grin. Tonight was his night.
Although he wouldn't mind flirting with those other girls, there was something about this woman that just attracted him immensely.
She was like a lotus flower, untainted by the outside world despite the fact that she was inside a strip club.
He tried to maintain a very confident smile outwardly. Even his gait and steps were very confident, just as he had practiced.
Inside, though, he was practically chanting, 'Please, Lady Luck, let me score tonight. Just this once! I'll never ask for anything again! …Well, maybe once or twice more.'
