We walk towards our very glamorous billionaire hangout that's known for celebrities and crazily rich people, after we get off the same posh shuttle bus that chauffeured us to the hotel.
He may like to be anonymous on his night off but choosing a rich folk, high-profile hangout is rather ironic. I get that maybe it's because security in these places is high, as we are all patted and scanned on arrival for concealed weapons when we get to the main entrance and all the red ropes blocking entry. I catch him watching me—watching the guard's hands more specifically, as he runs the wand over my 'boobage' area slower than the rest of me with intensely focused eyes on my cleavage. Alexi snarls with an accompanied growl when the man lingers too long, and then gently pushes me forward ahead of him a
