Had he wanted Deacon could have been decked from head to toe in the most expensive jewelry, making sure that people knew just at first glance that he was somebody who oozed money and power.
He could have even picked out one of his most eye-catching cars from the garage to go out with. But Deacon had not done any of that.
That was not what the night was about, that night it was all about letting loose. It was about allowing himself a few solid hours to be somebody other than Deacon Roth, CEO of Roth Group.
Instead he would be just a young man out in the town having the time of his life.
Had he wanted, he could have gone to one of the most exclusive clubs in the city.
There he would have been assured instant entry and also the VIP section without even bothering to blink in the manager's direction. But Deacon was not after all of the benefits that came with being who he was. Which was why he was currently making his way towards a lesser known but also very fun club.
It was not a place where the rich and famous were known to go, and that, in Deacon's eyes, made it perfect.
Despite it not being a well-known place among his regular crowd, there was a long line of people who were outside waiting for the bouncer to let them in. Deacon did not even waste his time in getting to the back of the line. Instead, he walked right past everybody.
There were a few grumbles as he glided past, but they were quickly silenced when Deacon turned to them. Just one look and the unfortunate beings knew that they were beat. It was not that Deacon was conceited about his appearance. But facts, were facts, and there was no denying that he was handsome.
When it came to the things that people viewed as beautiful, he ticked every box. His clear unblemished skin, his sharp steel grey eyes, and his artfully styled hair, as well as his chiselled cheekbones made him very appealing to many.
Deacon had looks that supermodels would kill for. Even dressed in a simple form-fitting dark shirt and equally dark jeans ( an outfit that he had chosen on a whim).
Deacon knew that he looked way better than most of the men there. Men who had probably spent hours trying to get just the right look whereas he'd literally just thrown everything on. He was nearly at the front of the line when he heard a loud cheer coming from behind him. Instinctively he turned, and it was only then that he noticed that the club was not the only establishment that had quite a few people there. It seemed that in the many months since his absence at that particular location, a wedding chapel had opened right across from the club.
Pausing briefly, Deacon raised a brow at the little establishment.
Who in their right mind would want to get married in a wedding chapel that was directly across from a club? Ridiculous. Deciding that the wedding rituals of those with little taste had nothing to do with him, he turned back to the entrance of the club and as expected, the bouncer took one look, and let him in.
The moment that Deacon stepped into the club properly, it was like a whole new world. The music was so loud that it felt like it was going right through him, making his heart race.
Looking up he could see the VIP section where there were already some people. All he'd have to do was just say his name and they would be cleared out. But Deacon had no interest in that. He was there to have fun, to mingle with the regular people and just enjoy himself for a little bit.
Weaving through the writhing bodies, Deacon had to shake off multiple hands as people tried to drag him in, to get him to join them. He had every intention of doing so, but not quite yet. Before that, he needed a few drinks in him.
And so he headed to the counter and ordered himself whiskey, one of the many bartenders running the station instantly materializing to help.
Excellent. In many of the standard clubs that Deacon had visited in the past, the service at the bar had been awful, normally manned by just one person, with him having to wait a ridiculous amount of time to get any service. But whoever the owner of this place was, they knew the importance of good service. Good service often led to return customers, which meant more profit. Eyes closing briefly, he did the calculations in his head. Estimating the revenue and... his eyes flew open as he realized that he was sinking into business mode.
The CEO took a sip of his drink, focusing on the taste in an effort to clear his mind of all work-related things. The whiskey was not as good as the stuff that he kept at home. But it was good enough. A few more sips later, and he knew that it would do its job of getting him properly drunk. Downing what was left of the liquid. He ordered a refill, and swallowed it down without pause. Once that was done he turned back to the writhing bodies on the dense floor. His eyes roaming as he decided on what to do.
He could spend the majority of the night by the bar, getting drunk beyond reason, and enjoying the upbeat music or he could go out there. As his eyes searched, Deacon found nothing that caught his eye. He was just about to go with plan A when something caught his attention, he looked closer, and there she was.
A woman dancing alone.
Her back was to him, but he could tell that she was lost in the beat of the music. Her body swaying like she was walking on air instead of touching the ground. She had a head of wild hair that she had not bothered to tame in any way. But her hair was not the only eye catching thing about her. Even from a distance, with all of the people around her, Deacon could tell that her curves were spectacular. Her bedazzled jeans( a unique choice) making that very obvious.
Why was that gorgeous being dancing alone? The answer to his question came a few seconds later.
A man tried to approach her, but she shook her head, gently pushing him aside.
But the man did not seem to get the memo. He tried to force the interaction, and Deacon saw the woman tense.
All of the hypnotizing movements that had caught his attention instantly stopped. Her back straight as she faced down the unwanted stranger. She looked like a cat ready to strike. Any other day, he would have stood back and watched. But that night, he wanted to see her lost in the music, and so he moved, making his way purposefully towards the two.
Even with all of the flashing lights and the loud music, Deacon's intimidating persona settled around him like a cloak, and he knew that it was successful because the moment he was within eyesight of the man,
The idiot tensed.
Taking a gamble, he reached out, his hand hovering around the woman's waist, and he felt her startle as his chest brushed against her back. No words were said, but he knew that the weasel eyed man got the message loud and clear.
'Back off, she is mine,'
He instantly scurried back, disappearing into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.
His job done. All Deacon had to do was pull back his hands and step away. But he found himself hesitant to do so. Instead of leaving, he stayed where he was, unmoving.
Would she accept, or push him away?