Xavier scoffed as he stared at his phone in disbelief. He was currently sitting in a V.I.P booth of a club he frequented. The room glowed with dim red lights and the soundproof tinted glass walls drowned out the upbeat music playing downstairs.
A beautiful brunette in a little to nothing black bodycon dress sat on his lap feeding him some liquor snacks. One of his friends had long disappeared with a woman they picked up from downstairs while another friend was full on making out with a woman on the opposite sofa.
Although it was Sunday afternoon, Xavier believed everyday is a club day. He would have loved to party everyday but he felt the need to help his brother shoulder the weighty responsibility that comes with running their corporation. That's the least he could do after what Zach did for him.
