“Victor, my man, we are here to have a good time. Don’t drink alone.
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I found my lovely company for the night already! Go ahead and find one yourself, or I’ll pick one for you,” Carson drawled, looking at Victor sitting on the sofa right across him all by himself.
He was leaning lazily against the back of the sofa. His face was in the shadows, making him look rather mysterious and, quite frankly, threatening. No woman in her right mind would dare approach him if he kept this up.
“I’m not really interested in them,” Victor answered before taking a sip of his wine.
“Are you serious? When you were married, I thought it was fine that you resisted temptation, even with so many beautiful women in the club. But now you are divorced, man! And you say you are not interested in women?” Carson had let go of the woman and he was leaning towards Victor hesitantly. Eyebrows raised, he asked, “Do you still…”
“Carson, it seems that you really want your father to receive the list I told you about,” Victor teased, tilting his head to the side as he looked at Carson with a half-smile.
Carson shivered and returned to his seat.
“You’re the worst, Victor.”
Victor’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he took another sip of wine.
Knock, knock, knock.
Someone was at the door of the private room, a fact that seemed to delight Carson. His face lit up as he turned to Victor and said,
“Well, well, my friend! Didn’t you say you are not interested in women? None of the staff would be stupid enough to disturb us and since I have my beautiful date in my arms already, I am not expecting anyone. So tell me…”
Carson paused for a few seconds, savoring the moment.
“Who is at the door?”
“You know I’m not like you,” Victor replied in a low voice.
Carson was playing with a lock of hair falling on his date’s shoulder.
“Then why do I get the feeling that whoever is at the door is looking for y
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ou? Let’s play a game, shall we? See the two bottles on the table? We bet on who the person at the door is looking for.
If it’s you, you drink them both, if it’s me I do it.”
Victor rolled his eyes at his friend’s suggestion and glanced at Ivan.
This subtle look was enough for Ivan to get Victor’s meaning and he immediately stepped forward to open the door.
Alice was wearing a tight, red dress, standing gracefully at the door and smiling.
“Hello, Ivan.”
Upon seeing her, Carson raised his eyebrows and said, “Mr. Sullivan, you lost.”
Right after he said that, Carson pored another glass of red wine for Victor. A wicked smile appeared on his lips as he thought, ‘Well, you’re the one who wants to threaten me by using my father. This is just karma. My father is eager to have a grandson, but I have no interest in getting married.’
Carson didn’t stop pouring the wine until some of it spilled out.
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