Smiled triumphantly, Chloe turned to the door, wondering what her friend is up to.
“Come over here” she instructed, as the nervous boy, walked over, wearing a helmet.
Linda pulled out her wedding invitation card, and hand it over to him.
“You know where you are going to deliver it to, right?” she inquired.
“Yes, ma'am” the delivery boy replied, he received the invitation card, and left the office room.
Chloe watched the two of them suspiciously, she turned to Linda, the moment he exited the office.
She arched her eyebrows at her bestie “are you sending it to Jo?” she asked, Linda grinned, and turned around in her swivel chair.
“Yes” she affirmed.
And stood from the executive chair “I know that won't get to him, I send another invitation card” she said, and turned around smilingly.
Chloe looked at her, shockingly.
In a Clubhouse…
In the dimly lighted VIP room, a pretty lady wearing a lingerie, gripped the pole at the center, her long hair, glittered in the different rays of light balls.
Her curves accentuated with her lingerie, the different lighting colors glittered on her skin flawless, she swayed her buttocks to the soft music, and the men around her cheer, and admired her lustfully.
Sylvester watched her dance on the pole, a man walked to him, and sat by his side.
“You know what to do, bring the girl” he ordered, and the man nodded, and left the VIP room.
Claps…
Echoed around the room, and the stripper bowed and left, she went to her dressing room, and changed.
Took a deep breath, and headed out of the dressing room.
Suddenly, she felt a strong grasp at her arm, she turned, and was swiftly slam on the wall.
“Oh!” she gasped in shock.
Sylvester eyes glint, when he saw the beauty, that made him wanting on night.
“Alexander” he mumbled her name, breathing restlessly.
She panicked, the moment he heard her call her name, and tried to get away from him, but Sylvester pressed him to a place.
“I don't know you, I won't hurt you, be my val” his voice deep and sexy, magnetizing Alexander.
She nodded stiffly, he shifted, giving her space, he watched her walk away quickly, her shoulders slummed.
Someone stood behind Sylvester,
“You don't harass my strippers that way” a cold voice, made him turned around.
Sylvester's lips curled up in a smile, he spread his arms.
“Why can't I be a gentleman and ask a lady for a valentine date?” he reposted, smiling sheepishly.
The man facing him darkened, and he clenched his fists.
“You don't learn, Sylvester” he commented, but the smug smile on Sylvester's face remained.
“From you?” he taunted, and laughed loudly in the empty doorway.
“Come with me” the man said, and turned around, walking through walls, the both of them came to a door.
He peered behind him, and saw Sylvester standing close behind, he pulled the doorknob, and uproar filtered into the atmosphere.
Sylvester