The Traps of Black Swan

After a good long rest, Shea Morris hailed a taxi to the Morris hotel where her luggage was shifted.

Morris had a huge villa but it was in the outskirts of the Mocon. Too far and inconvenient for her to live alone.

Her parents and Nikun's parents suggested living in a presidential suite at a hotel that won't be any less than a high-class condo. And that way she doesn't have to worry about the meals and cleaning too.

Anyway, Shea wanted a place to live instead of staying in the hotel room. So she was temporarily planning to stay at the hotel until she could find a place of her liking.

She still craved for the penthouse at the Skyarc and so wished to kick Aaron's brother out of it and live in there. If it was somebody else, she could have offered a price for the penthouse more than the market value but it's Rivas. Money never wins against them.

Lying back on the bed, she didn't want to go to the Mirage banquet which was in the same building so she started thinking about what she can do as she wasn't sleepy anymore and it was night.

What can be better than the club and a few drinks at the night?

She checked online for the nearest club before remembering Highland bar and restaurant. She thought why not check out the best club in the city even though the place wasn't that near to the hotel.

She informed the manager of the hotel to get her a car to manage until she buys a new one as she got ready for the night.

Unlike taking hours to get ready she was quick with her bold make-up and reached the reception of the hotel ignoring the eyes of the on lookers.

She was left speechless when she saw her brother's car parked at the exit of the hotel. She understood her whereabouts will be notified to her family if she stays in the hotel.

She wanted to live independently without getting spoiled by her parents or their eyes on her.

"Miss. Morris, shall I arrange a driver for you?" The middle-aged manager asked respectfully.

Accepting fate, Shea turned down the manager and got into Maserati. She easily drove taking the help of maps on her phone.

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Standing in front of the Highland Bar and restaurant. Shea could see expensive cars entering the gates of restaurants at one end and many more sports cars, bikes in front of the club.

She couldn't hear anything outside almost making her feel it might be boring inside just then she heard a few girls shriek in unison to somebody over a call, "Prince is playing tonight."

'Prince?' Shea didn't know and didn't care whoever it is. She stepped inside the club.

Unlike many clubs which allow only the couple, Highland was open to all unless somebody rents out for the whole day and keep their own rules of couples only.

After the security check, Shea heard the remix of music and hummed to herself in satisfaction. She hadn't expected them to have a mind-blowing DJ around.

Without her knowing, as soon as she stepped inside she was enjoying the music as she looked around.

The club was vastly filled in darkness for the reds, blue lights to dazzle bright setting up the perfect mood to jazz up on the floor with a few drinks.

To her right was the pretty big bar counter serving four sides of it. The bartenders were busy showing their tricks and their movements were syncing with the beats.

In front of her was a huge dance floor filled with the ladies in shimmering skimpy clothes with men looming around them.

Right in the center was the huge globe-shaped skeleton chandelier hanging down by the high ceiling. It had numerous small lights with smaller globes inside.

Around the dance floor and the left corner had luxurious seating arrangements with the upper floor on both sides had private and expensive sections.

Shea's eyes followed everyone's gaze and landed on a handsome man who was grooving to the music and also controlling it.

'DJ' Shea's eyes stayed on him for a few more seconds. His hair under the headphones was tousled around, the white knitted sweater looked odd for a DJ but it failed to take away the charm of his stunning face and sexy smirk.

His sleeves were pulled up that showed off his muscular arms but she was too far to enjoy the sight.

A lady who was holding a tablet warmly greeted her, "Hello, Miss. May I help you with something?" The manager of the club asked.

Shea flashed a faint smile understanding she was a manager by her semi-formal dress and her politeness.

"Hey, I will be very glad if you could get me a seat at the bar counter." Shea peeked at the bar counter which was filled with girls holding their hands and watching the DJ if not taking the drinks.

The manager involuntarily smiled at the bright hazel eyes of the lady and her liveliness. She most of the time faced with rude socialites who act high and mighty as though she had borrowed a few millions from them. So she was slightly surprised.

She pointed towards the bar, "I am pleased I could be of some help for you. This way please." The manager led Shea and efficiently found the seat for her before looking where her attention is required.

"Dirty martini, please," Shea ordered sitting on the swivel barstool without knowing she had garnered too much attention.

The man who grabbed his drinks and leaving laid his eyes on her. Her hazel eyes were highlighted in the black smokey eye makeup, her brows were angular and thin, her lips were painted in bold red color.

Her skin didn't look cakey but naturally spotless with light blush applied on her cheekbones. He gulped when his eyes traced down her face.

She was wearing a mini wrap rose gold-colored sequin dress. Its neckline was too deep showing off her cleavage with an ample view of her inner bosoms.

Shea who took her gaze away from the crowd saw an average-looking man's eyes on her cleavage which caused her to probe, "Hot?" Her alluring voice sounded.

He licked his dried lips as he responded, "Smoking hot."

Shea responded coolly, "Thank you." And her lips sneered, "But out of your league."

The man came out of his daze when she turned to the bar counter while her hand waved at him indicating, 'Bug off.'

Shea was used to people staring at her body due to her choice of clothes. She wasn't going to wear formal clothes just because men love to measure her b**bs size or judge the character.

She has only one life to enjoy.

"Miss, here is your order." The bartender kept the martini which had red fluid.

Shea tasted it and hummed in satisfaction, "Perfect."

The bartender flashed her a professional smile and let her enjoy her drink to serve others.

Shea continued her search for a man to dance on the floor. If impressed, one night stand probably. She wasn't sure yet as she disliked the ones who approached her and found none that could bring interest in her.

She was on her seventh cocktail drink when she found the man who piqued her interest with his intense gaze and raise of his brow. She got off the barstool and went towards him boldly.