Demien

It was supposed to be just a business meeting.

It seems kind of funny now. Just a business meeting? In Vegas? Seriously? Pfft.

Of course, Demien's co-workers did everything they could to push him to Euphoria, literally the biggest strip club in town.

"You need a bachelor party, man! Come on, it'll be fun," they told Demien a few hours ago.

'It'll be fun' my ass.

No, it wasn't fun. The jerks went off and got carried away by some of those half-naked women at the first opportunity.

In short, Demien was alone in the VIP area of a damn strip club. He had already consumed a large amount of alcohol and could already feel his movements sounding slower than they should. He hadn't meant to drink so much. The problem was when that beautiful face appeared on stage and sang with such confidence that Demien could barely look away. CraveU user was the name of the guy who had an incredible voice and was devouring him with an intense gaze while the low, slow music filled the room.

The way Demien's heart skipped a beat sounded a little worrying. It took a lot of self-control not to see those legs wrapping around the pole, and the way the few clothes seemed to fit perfectly on that body. Instead of staying to watch the rest of the show, he snuck into the VIP room and stuffed himself with alcohol (it hadn't exactly been a coherent thought, looking back), but who has coherence in a situation like that? The only head that was thinking was the one below.

The thing is, the idea was more than just bad. It was terrible. Because just as Demien slammed his glass on the table, ready to refill it with the expensive whiskey for the thousandth time, suddenly the tacky red curtain of that room slid aside. He slowly slid his eyes down the pair of shoes, then up the legs that were walking towards him. Finally, when he reached his beautiful face, he froze as his gaze fell for the thousandth time on that pair of incredible eyes.

Dios mío..., He thought, trying (and failing) to maintain his composure.

The room was spacious enough to accommodate a U-shaped sofa and a coffee table, but it suddenly felt smaller, and Demien had to restrain himself from unbuttoning a button or two on his dress shirt, because it was suddenly so hot.

When paying for the room, he hadn't waited long enough to hear the receptionist ask whether he would like to remove the "extra" or not, so he didn't know that the buyer was entitled to an "intimate conversation" with the star of the night.

"You must have entered the wrong room. I didn't... buy anything." He said, his voice barely escaping his lips. The term "buy" didn't exactly sound right. Anyway, Demien just hoped the guy would leave, because if he took a few more steps forward and sat down next to him, Demien might do something crazy.