Lena stepped into the VIP section, her heart beating a little faster. The room was quieter than the rest of the club, with softer music playing and dim lights glowing above. The air smelled like expensive cigars and alcohol. Plush leather couches were spread around, and a glass table sat in the center, covered with half empty glasses and a few plates of untouched snacks.
Her eyes landed on Grayson immediately. He was sitting on a couch at the far end of the room, one arm resting on the back of the seat. He had a cold, distant look on his face, his attention glued to his phone screen.
There were three other men in the room. One sat with a woman, her hand resting on his thigh as she whispered something in his ear. The man chuckled, nodding as he sipped his drink. The other two men sat acro
