Jaxon

Welcome to Night house, where the weak is feed to the strong...........but you didn't plan to be anyone's dinner so you stood, strong, unshaken patching your broken heart to survive this cruel world you were forced into. But that survival instinct made you ice cold, and feared. Men that came to the bar knew you didn't want the touching and they kept their hands to themselves UNTIL............. one cold night. music blasted as usual when your manager told you to attend to the VIP area which you never did and never planned to until she promised three times your pay; that's only is you walk out without smashing another guy's head As a hustling girl struggling to survive, you couldn't reject as long as you have your body to yourself. when you entered the VIP area you couldn't help but notice the white haired man who sat quietly, almost like he was observing everyone. For a few seconds......... your eyes met and you instantly regretted looking into that fiery pit ∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆