CHAPTER 49
“How can I help you, Miss?” A young man, probably in his mid-twenties questioned from behind the desk. He pushed his thick rimmed glasses up his nose, peering at me with a kind smile playing on his lips.
“I would like to-“
“Lana Badoni,” I heard an unfamiliar voice from behind me.
Turning around, I met green eyes of a slightly older man who easily pass as a model, smiled down at me. Nothing about him struck me familiar, which made me a little bit suspicious. Was he one of Nick’s guys or something? I felt my heartbeat quicken with dread.
“Wait, you don’t remember me? Of course, how could you? I mean you do interact with so many important people in that club,” he smiled warmly.
“So you are a frequent visitor to my club, “I mused.
“Trust me, who would want
