Xavier's POV
As soon as I dropped onto the plush couch in the VIP room, the heavy bass of the club music thumped through the walls as I reached for the bottle of whiskey on the table.
The VIP package came with a full spread of top-shelf liquor, and right now I needed it. The week had been pure hell... raids, arrests, Graves breathing down my neck.
So yeah, I poured myself a generous glass, the amber liquid catching the low lights, and I took a long sip, letting the burn settle in my chest. "Wow, this is good."
Hailey didn't waste a second... She stepped in front of me, her gold dress hugging every curve like it was painted on, and the she gave me that look I knew too well.
"I know the week has been really hectic," she said softly, voice already husky. "So how about I ease your stress?"
I smiled, leaning back against the couch with my legs spread. "That's not a bad idea at all."
