Seducing His Grandfather's Trophy Wife

Chapter 3

“Qu’est-ce que c’est que ce bordel?” The French Canadian man in his mid-thirties, wearing a midnight blue three-piece suit, asked his friend. His dark brows were knitted, forming lines between them. His dark blue eyes shot daggers at the blinking pink neon lights in front of them. It said “Dolly’s Girls,” one of Angeles City’s best nightclubs. He did not move in his seat beside the man behind the wheel.

“Don’t ask what the f*ck this is, Grégoire Arnaud Bouchard.” Theo grinned and patted his wide shoulder playfully. “I’m your best friend right now, not your manager.”

Grégoire snorted. “You know I don’t go to places like this, man,” he protested.

“You know what? You’re the only daredevil person I know who’s not into girls⸺”

“I’m not gay, okay?” he cleared it out.

“I know. What I mean is that you’re not into playing girls.”

“It’s your thing, Theo. Not mine.” Grégoire shook his head, scowling at his friend.

“Come on! They say, ‘It’s more fun in the Philippines!’ And we’re here! What will you have to lose? Your virginity?”

“F*ck you!”

“Just teasing you, dude. I know you’re not a virgin anymore. When was that again? Since you were fifteen?” Theo said laughingly, with a meaning though, which Grégoire ignored. “Come on, man. Let’s go. I promise, if you won’t like it, we’ll leave as soon as possible, like teleport speed. All right?”

Grégoire could not help but chuckle at his friend. “Fine!”

They both got out of the rented blue car. Exiting from another rented car, a silent bodyguard in casual wear tailed them when they entered the nightclub. The latter blended as he followed the Québécois billionaire’s grandson. The crowd was big tonight. It was a Friday night, after all. Office people and others must have come to unwind and have fun with their friends and lovers.

Grégoire did not bother looking anywhere. His straight nose was greeted by cigarette smoke, liquor, and mixed perfumes from men and women. A woman gave him and Theo a huge seductive smile, but he did not return it. She was about to touch him, but his bodyguard, Benjamin, was quick to block her subtly.

Grégoire hid a smile. This was a perk of having a bodyguard. His grandfather would have sent him a couple more, but he would not hear any of it. Thus, he only had one, just to oblige Loïc Bouchard. He did not even care if Benjamin spied on him and reported everything he did to his grandfather.

A woman in her fifties approached them before they could step toward the bar. She wore a glittering green dress that hung onto her beautiful figure. Her bun was tight, and her makeup was good enough. She was not entirely bad looking for her age. In fact, she had a distinct kind of charm about her. Perhaps it was because of the nature of her job or something like that.

“Hello, gentlemen. I’m Dolly at your service.”

“Hey. Nice to meet you, Dolly,” Theo answered with a charming smile, as usual. “So, you own this place, huh?”

She nodded with a grin. “We have a VVIP room if you’re interested. It’s even more private,” she offered in her Filipino accent. Her smile was meaningful.

Theo turned sideways to look at him. “I think that’s a better idea! Right, Grégoire?”

He did not bother to answer. He thought it was indeed better than to stay in the middle of all this noise and these strangers.

“Good choice, sirs. Please, come with me.” She led them to a hallway, going to the right side of the club, passing by the bar and passing a bulky bouncer.

Grégoire thought it was good enough. Other customers in the VVIP area must feel privacy because of this.

“We have dancers and singers. Which one would you like to entertain you tonight, sirs?” inquired Dolly.

Benjamin stood by the door after checking the interior of the VVIP room, meaning it was safe to enter it. Theo and Grégoire stepped into the quiet, well air-conditioned room. It was cooler than outside the room.

“I think a sexy dancer is better,” Theo replied. He was still smiling at Dolly.

“We do have a new exotic pole dancer, sir. She’ll be with you in about ten minutes. Meanwhile, you can ask for your preferred drinks or food, whatever you need,” Dolly said, gesturing to a waiter in black-and-white uniform. His long-sleeved undershirt was white; his vest, pants, and shoes were black. He looked like he was in his twenties, with brown skin and an ordinary Filipino face.

Grégoire somehow noted the word “new.”

‘Is she just saying this to impress us or what? New girls may be a good advertisement, especially for the old patrons.’

“Do you have pictures, so that we can choose?” Theo asked in a hush.

Grégoire glanced at his friend, thinking the guy was a hustler.

“Oh, no. We don’t have pictures of our girls, if you understand what I mean, sir.” Dolly winked with a charming smile.

‘Hmm. So, she protects the identities of her girls. Not bad,’ Grégoire thought, impressed.

“I’m sorry, sir. But don’t worry, she won’t disappoint you, I assure you of that.” She looked confident with her smile like that.

Grégoire did not mind at all. Anyway, it was just Theo’s night, not really his. He was just dragged to the Philippines before his race in Dubai in just a couple of weeks. He would participate in the Porsche GT3 Cup Challenge Middle East, where he lost to a racer from Saudi last season, taking only second place. He would try to win this time around.

Nonetheless, he enjoyed the last race very much. Whenever he was behind the wheel, ready to race, he felt like he was truly living. He was alive. Otherwise, it was just a mundane task for him. So far, there was nothing in the world that could make him feel very much alive but the race.

Of course, his grandfather was opposed to it. Hence, they had never seen eye to eye. One reason was he never wanted to stay long in Canada or any same country with him for long, as he and Loïc would always fight over his car racing. Still, none of them backed off just to have harmony between them. Both were stubborn and were stuck with their individual opinions.

Theo took one long sofa, so Grégoire took the other one. He left the ordering matter to his friend, while he took his cell phone, browsing on the net and checking out some good beaches around.

When their drinks and food came, they still waited for the girl that Dolly promised them. When the rap on the door sounded, he and Theo both stared at it as it opened. His eyes were directed to the young woman that Dolly ushered into the VVIP room.

Grégoire’s eyes assessed the young woman, who looked almost underage but was surely at the right age to be able to get this job. There was something about this young lady that made him stare and appraise her. Her every curve and edge were in the right place. She stood about five feet and six inches, plus her stiletto heels.

Something deep within him stirred as he kept staring at her. She was perhaps the most gorgeous female he had ever seen in his thirty-five years on the planet.

He could tell she was conscious of him staring at her, but she did hold his eyes for some moments until she got distracted by Dolly and Theo, when he told his friend to leave. No other woman had looked at him like that⸺innocent and seductive at the same time. It was sort of inexplicable to him, really.

“Well? Won’t you tell me your real name first?” he drawled, setting his cell phone aside.