Alpha Royce sits crossed legs in his private room at Cocktail Moon.
He takes a big swig of his blended whiskey, his eyes focused on the sensual movement of the male dancers performing elegantly on the pole.
The one in the middle with hazel looking beautiful eyes, climbed over the pole, clinging to it as his body arched away from it and then he spins, caressing his body with his own fingers.
Royce watches the performance blankly, taking another gulp of his drink.
He was void of any thoughts.
Dante steps into the room quietly and strips himself of his clothes. He falls to his knees bewitchingly, crawling over to the Alpha.
He sits obediently on the ground, beside Royce, his chin resting on the Alpha's knee.
"Are you enjoying the performance, Alpha?"
Royce drinks quietly, his eyes staring into nothing. He has never felt so alone in his life.
Dante lets out a sigh.
"You always come here for me to ease your worries but you won't even look at me."
