Page 12 of King of Sin
"What?"
Amara grinned.
"I want every single detail."
Juliet laughed.
"Of course you do."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
Amara pointed at her.
"All the gossip."
Juliet shook her head, smiling.
"Deal."
A moment later, the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.
Juliet stepped inside and gave one final wave before the doors slowly closed.
Amara watched the elevator disappear, completely unaware that the surprise waiting upstairs was about to change everything.
Juliet couldn't stop smiling as she stepped out onto the exclusive upper floor of the Blue Orchid Club. The black access card Stella had given her was still clutched tightly in her hand, and if anything, her excitement had only grown during the ride upstairs.
She couldn't wait to see Vincent's face.
Pulling out her phone, she checked the message Alexa, her cousin, had sent earlier.
Private Room 5.
A smile spread across her lips.
Perfect.
Tucking her phone away, she made her way down the elegant hallway. Warm wall lights cast a golden glow across dark wood panels and expensive artwork, while thick carpeting softened her footsteps. The deeper she went, the quieter the club became until the noise from downstairs faded into little more than a distant murmur.
A few moments later, she stopped outside Room 5.
Her pulse quickened.
This was it.
Taking a deep breath, she smoothed her dress, reached for the handle, and slowly pushed the door open.
The private lounge immediately came into view. Large leather couches were arranged around a low table covered with bottles of expensive liquor, beer bottles, and half-finished drinks.
Vincent sat comfortably on one of the couches, surrounded by several friends. Dressed in a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone, he looked every bit the charming man he had always been. His handsome face carried its usual lazy confidence, and a careless smile played on his lips as he listened to the conversation around him. Under the dim lights, his striking features and effortlessly polished appearance made him look exactly like the wealthy heir society magazines loved to obsess over.
Seated nearby were his two closest friends, Griffin and Nolan. Griffin, with his broad shoulders, sharp features, and perpetually serious expression, looked as intimidating as ever. Beside him, Nolan appeared far more approachable, his warmsmile and relaxed posture softening his equally handsome features.
Three other men and two women occupied the remaining seats. They were all stylishly dressed, their expensive clothes and easy laughter making it obvious they belonged to the same privileged social circle.
And sitting directly beside Vincent was Alexa.
