ZERO sat on the black leather couch in the VIP section of the club, having a precious moment with his drink.
“What’s wrong with you, Zero? Do you have any problem?” One of his colleagues asked. “You seem not in your usual state. I’d never seen you with other girls lately,” the man added.
Zero smirked and drank into his glass again while his eyes were flirting with the black girl at the next table.
“Zero?”
He arched his brow and looked at his companion. “What?”
“I’m asking what’s your problem and what’s with the sudden change—”
“You’re just being paranoid. I’m still Zero. I still f**k five times a day,” he replied.
The man grinned. “Oh. Don’t fool around, Zero Cohen. Maybe the rumor was right.”
His forehead creased and gazed at the man. “What rumor?”
The man sipped on his glass and
