Chapter 225
Adam glanced at Nikki. As her hand rested on his, she could feel the sharp elegance of his bones, along with the cold, luxurious watch on his wrist. His presence was both intimidating and alluring, making her want to touch him yet hesitate at the same time.
Nikki blushed and said, “Mr. Alvarez, I pave myself to you willingly that night. It was my first time. Do you remember what happened between us?”
Benjamin sensed something was off and was about to speak up when the wealthy heirs nearby held him back.
“Ben, I think Mr. Alvarez and this young lady have something going on,” one of them whispered. “Whoever he dotes on could end up becoming his future wife,”
However, Benjamin wasn’t concerned with anyone but Carly.
Adam looked at Nikka, who appeared shy and flirtatious. The truth was, he hadn’t thought about that night in a long time.
His memories of it were entirely tied to Celine. It had been a dreamy, passionate moment between them. He recalled Celine beneath him, her softness and warmth giving him pleasure like no other.
Now that he thought about it, it wasn’t Celine who had given him that pleasure–it was Nikki.
Nikki shyly looked at him and continued, “Mr. Alvarez, I don’t need any title. I just want to stay by your side. Tonight, we could…”
Her words were a clear invitation, but Adam remained silent.
When Celine walked in, she immediately saw the scene before her. Nikki was flirting with Adam, and it seemed like he was on the verge of giving in. He had truly brought Nikki to the bar to spend time with her.
Celine’s lips curled into a cold smirk. He hadn’t changed at all. From Carly to Nikki, he always gravitated toward women who clung to him. Meanwhile, he found her dull and uninteresting.
At that moment, the bar manager approached them with a bright smile. “Ladies, how many of you are here?”
Celine’s piercing gaze met his as she replied, “I don’t drink.”
The manager raised an eyebrow. “You come to a bar but don’t drink? What would you like to do instead?”
“I want to dance,” Celine said.
The manager frowned. “What kind of dance?”
“Pole dance,” Celine replied.
In the VIP booth, Nikki watched Adam with eager eyes. He smirked and asked, “Are you addicted to this? Are you so eager to sell yourself again?”
The comment hit Nikki like a bucket of cold water, freezing her in place.
Adam didn’t look at her again. He simply grabbed a new bottle of wine and took a long swig.
Meanwhile, the bar manager stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat tonight at Club 1996, A little temptress is here to entertain you with a pole dance,”
The wealthy heirs‘ attention was immediately captured. One of them muttered, “Damn, where did this little temptress come from? She’s got a killer body.
Another called out, “Mr. Alvarez, look at the stage.”
Adam lazily lifted his gaze to the stage, where the little temptress stood.
She wore a black halter dress that clung to her body, the delicate straps resting elegantly on her smooth shoulders. The form–fitting skirt highlighted her curves, while the black stockings enhanced the beauty of her legs, making them appear even more striking.
Her face was hidden behind a veil, but her eyes shone with a mysterious allure.
As soon as she appeared, the crowd erupted into excitement.
