Chapter 508

Several encounters were overtly intimate. Navigating the unfamiliar club layout, Alicia awkwardly collided with a departing couple. The man was completely nude, a shocking and unforgettable sight. Alicia’s lips twitched as she shielded her eyes and turned away.

At that moment, their team leader announced, “Everyone, deliver drinks to room 888 immediately. Important guests are inside, so behave yourselves and avoid trouble.”

Reluctantly, Alicia accepted the expensive drinks and followed a group of striking women toward the private room. She knew Caden’s habits well; even for business, he'd choose the finest private room. She anticipated seeing him soon. Pushing aside the recent spectacle, a wave of anticipation washed over her.

The opulent room that opened before her was chaotic. Alicia blended in, pouring drinks with practiced ease. Fortunately, the men had already chosen companions and seemed disinterested in the masked waitresses, allowing Alicia to discreetly search for Caden. What she saw made her wish she could gouge out her eyes.

The room was a hedonistic paradise, filled with expensive liquor and scattered cigarettes. Rough-looking men with eccentric styles embraced or restrained scantily clad women, engaging in far more intense activities than those outside. The air throbbed with uninhibited moans. And there was Caden, in the midst of it all.

While not participating in the wild revelry, a voluptuous woman nestled in his arms. His long fingers—fingers Alicia adored—wrapped possessively around her thigh; their intimacy was palpable. She clung to him like a vine, her high-slit gown barely concealing her as she guided his hand inside her dress.

Alicia gripped the wine bottle, crouching behind a table, her gaze fixed on them. Caden’s black shirt hung loosely, his chest rising and falling like gentle hills, marked with several lipstick stains. One arm cradled the woman; the other casually held a cigarette, smoke curling around his fingers. He squinted, engaging in conversation with a man across from him, his charm effortless, his smoking gestures mesmerizing. As his hand slipped beneath the woman’s gown, a low moan escaped her lips.

A pounding throb pulsed in Alicia’s temples. She gritted her teeth, seething. Caden had claimed he disliked smoking, was allergic to women, and found intimacy only with her. Yet here he was, contradicting his words. Damn it! she cursed herself for believing his sweet talk. Bitterness welled within her, threatening to overflow.

She wanted to confront Caden, teach him a lesson. But reason prevailed. This was a chaotic place; perhaps Caden was here for legitimate business, his actions a smokescreen. She’d never explored Terriland’s darker side and couldn’t sabotage his plans on a whim.

Taking a steadying breath, Alicia rejoined the other waitresses, feigning busyness. Soon, a drunken Marlon, entangled with a woman, was eager to leave for a private rendezvous. He rushed to Caden, slurring, “Mr. Ward, tonight, all the women in this club are at your disposal. Do as you please, my tab!”

Caden withdrew his hand from the woman and surveyed the room. “Isn’t there anyone with a bit more charm around here?”