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another second about it! There’s something about you that’s got his attention. Now stop being a chicken shit and see what that something is.” I look in Shelby’s eyes and see her seriousness looking back. “It’s one night, Mariah. Make it the one night you’ll never forget.”
    I turn and look over my shoulder. He’s standing there, smiling only slightly. It’s like an invisible rope is being pulled around my body. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t refuse. I’m drawn to him and need to discover why.
     
     
     
     
    J ason
    I go through the back entrance and walk up the flight of stairs to my office. Pulling the keys from my pocket, I unlock the door and trudge through the threshold, pissed with my reaction to someone who isn’t even real. And even if she was, I don’t want to marry her; I simply want to claim her. The only way I can erase her from my mind is to claim her. Then I will be able to move on from the stupid dreams I’ve had for the past seven years. I run my hand down my face and shake my head. Fuck, I need a drink.
    I step in my office and close the door behind me, looking around and smiling like a kid on Christmas morning. While I was in New York, I had my office redone. It’s a technological palace with a sleek, comfortable feel. The modern, black desk sits in front of a panel of plasma televisions broadcasting my top of the line CCTV.
    The high-tech security system shows me every inch of the club, parking lot, and street view. The control panel sits below the screens, allowing me to zoom and rotate the cameras precisely. It’s the hub to the entire system. However, my favorite addition is the newly installed one-way mirror that extends almost the entire length of the wall. Here, I can stand over my favorite goldmine and take it all in. It provides me a bird’s-eye view of the crowd. The mirror is soundproof for observation purposes only, but I find it intriguing, nonetheless.
    I put my keys on the top of the desk and pull my cell from my pocket. The phone was buzzing the entire drive into the office, emails most likely. I sit in my sleek, leather desk chair and start scrolling through my unread messages, going through them one by one, replying to the important ones and leaving the less pressing for tomorrow.
    My head is consumed with the girl, and I’m starting to think I’m going crazy. Maybe I need to see someone. I haven’t exactly had a traditional relationship, because it’s not what I desire, but maybe my subconscious is saying something.
    I stand from my desk and walk to the small bar located adjacent to it. Pulling a small tumbler from the shelf, I drop a few cubes of ice into the glass, then pour a small amount of Jameson in, submerging the frozen cubes, before walking back to the window and looking out over my nightclub. I love this place; it’s like home to me. I survey it proudly, taking sips of my whiskey in the process.
    My eyes slowly scan over the dance floor, and I smile as I watch the patrons enjoying themselves. I’ve come a long way, considering how I started out in life. And that journey began in this very spot when I saw this building and made it into what it is today. I’m very proud of my accomplishments, and it feels good that absolutely no one thought I’d amount to shit; yet here I am. Stupid fuckers.
    I move my eyes from the crowded dance floor and travel up to the VIP section. Normally, we have celebrities in VIP, but with it being award season, they’re mostly in LA. Well, the ones who come here, anyway. I like the press the celebrities give the club, but mostly, they can be a pain in the ass. Nights like tonight, I enjoy it when the normal people can enjoy VIP and the benefits.
    Then I notice her . She’s there, again. I’m looking right into her eyes. I raise the glass slowly to my lips and gulp down the liquor, never breaking my eyes from her magnificent body. I hold the glass in my hand tightly, blinking and shaking my head. Each time I reopen my