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The club is alive with energy and excitement, everyone cheering to the pulsating beats. The vibrant melody of the music swirling around the room. Beautiful ladies looking gorgeous in their thongs moving their hips and body with grace as they surrendered to the rhythm of the music, casting a spell of seduction upon the night. Creating an electrifying atmosphere.

In a Moment that seemed to freeze time. As the room stood still amidst the sea of bodies, a collective gasp filled the air as the entrance door swung open to the imposing figure of a young man. All eyes turned, his presence commanding attention.

As whispers rippled through the crowd, one bold lady dared to approach him. With a hint of curiosity, she asked,

"I heard you come here pretty often, am I right?"

Only to be met with a stoic indifference that spoke volumes. Well she wasn't surprised it's the infamous Billionaire scion, Charles Henderson.

Unfazed, he made his way to his favorite spot to grab a drink prompting questions from his bewildered friend.

"Why is the music so crappy today? What's happening?" Charles remarked with a stoic demeanor.

His friend explained, "The DJ had to leave for other commitments. It's Friday, so we couldn't find a replacement. It's embarrassing, but the club still needs to keep going."

His eyes fixed on the DJ stand, Charles pondered his next move. He made his way towards the DJ stand, leaving his friend in surprise and confusion.

"What are you up to?" his friend asked, trying to make sense of Charles' intentions.

"Setting things up and getting ready", undeterred by his friend's inquiry, as he surveyed the array of equipment.

" I fooled around with a female Dj while I was in South Africa " he casually mentioned.

He effortlessly adjusted the knobs and switches with practical ease, the music responding to his touch. Unveiling an hidden talent, Charles took control of the music.

As he worked his magic and the tempo of the music shifted and evolved, the air became charged with a raw invigorating energy that electrified the entire atmosphere. The crowd also responded with fervor.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the dance floor, a different scene was unfolding as Lillian and her friends prepared to embark on a night of revelry. Lillian joined her friends at the club approaching them.

Tess couldn't hide her surprise and blurted out

"Hey, are you a grim reaper or are you going for a funeral?"

"Did you really come to a Club dressed like this?

Lillian who was wearing an all black suit and pants with her eyes conveyed with sadness and explanation.

"I just came from an interview," she explained, her voice tinged with regret. "I didn't want to miss our night out, but I didn't have time to change." She hoped her friends would understand and not be too disappointed as she was struggling to fit in with her exuberant friends.

"Hey, Lil, come on, lighten up!" Janet exclaimed, her voice tinged with excitement as she hooked her arms with her friend. "Tonight's gonna be epic, I can feel it!"

The sound of glass clinking filled the air as they all downed shots of tequila

Lillian forced a smile, pushing her doubts aside for the moment as she allowed herself to be swept up in the enthusiasm of her friends.

Janet's voice cut through the pulsating music as she randomly asked, "Hey, do you want to dance?"

"Hell yeah!" The other girls eagerly responded enthusiastically.

Lillian, however, held herself back, she yearned to let loose and dance like no one was watching. But a sense of worry clouded her thoughts as she looked around the club.

"Gosh, maybe I shouldn't have come here," she muttered to herself, her expression filled with concern.

But then, a flicker of optimism sparked within her.

"No, it's okay," she silently reassured herself. "I'm sure I passed my interview today."

Taking one more shot of tequila, she felt the vibrant energy of the club, the lively atmosphere, and the taste of the alcohol on her lips.

"Everything is good," she thought, and she cheered herself up by taking more liquor to embrace the night.

As the night went on, they got wasted. Tess let out a disappointed sigh and said, "Ugh, my phone battery is dead." The other girls chimed in, their voices slurred, "Yeah, ours too."

Tess, with a mix of curiosity and tears in her eyes, asked, "Dude, how the heck are we gonna get a ride home?"

Lillian, in her drunken state, stumbled around, desperately searching for a way out of the situation. She clumsily reached out and accidentally touched Charles's hand while attempting to steady herself.

Looking up at him, his face radiating with light, she momentarily wondered if he could be her guardian angel. Shaking off the thought, she mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation with him.

"Hey, can you please help me and my friends order a ride? Our phones are completely out of battery," Lillian slurred, trying her best to communicate.

Charles looked at Lillian and her friends, unsure about helping strangers. After a moment of contemplation, he finally agreed. "Tell your friends to head to the car. I'll give you all a ride home," he said, his voice calm but determined.

With the address Lillian had managed to provide, Charles drove them home, navigating the streets carefully as the girls giggled and chatted in the backseat. They expressed their gratitude, thanking him profusely as they arrived at their destination.

"Thank you soooo much," Lillian said, her words slightly slurred but filled with genuine appreciation.

Charles remained unfazed by their appreciation, giving a simple nod before driving away into the night. He left the girls to find their way into their homes, with their steps stumbling along the path.

As the morning sun cast its warm rays through the window, their heads spinning with the events of the night. as they collapsed onto the couch in a heap of laughter and exhaustion.

Tess, filled with astonishment, questioned, "Oh my God, how did we end up here? We must have had way too much to drink."

Janet, clutching her pounding head, exclaimed, "Ouch, my head is throbbing. I'm definitely experiencing a hangover!"

In a state of disbelief, the girls were jolted by Lillian's approach, carrying a glass of apple juice. "Here, have a drink. It'll make you feel better."

But Lilian couldn't shake off the memory of what happened last night, how she accidentally bumped into him and even held his hands. "Eww," she exclaimed in self-disgust, hoping to never encounter him again.