Chapter 146 CLUBBING 1
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Noah parked his car at the jet terminal and threw his keys at one of the security men there. He started walking over to where his cousin and his friends were. They were all in black attires like criminals drinking liquor and chatting about God knows what.
He's so sure he would kill Chalamet one day because of this nonchalant attitude of his. He had proposed just having fun as guys but they insisted on traveling to an entirely different country to party and have fun.
He was only getting married and being committed to one woman, it's not like it's the end of the world. He had no idea why people took this bachelors party seriously, it's supposed to be a harmless gathering of your friends congratulating you on the new journey.
Noah and the entire Declan family had been shocked when Chalamet announced he was getting married to the Shen girl. They weren't shocked because she was of a lower class, but because of him. Though he and Chalamet grew up together, both people have different personalities. And that's why they can never be friends.
"How is she now?" Chalamet smiled at his cousin when he got near but Noah didn't return it. He threw a bottle of whiskey at him and Noah caught it. No matter how upset he was, he couldn't resist a good bottle of liquor. He only hopes that woman is okay and not drinking like he had asked.
He picked up his phone to call her but Chalamet snatched it away. "No ladies tonight. I know you can't do without your wife but you have to. She's fine with my wife, they're best friends remember."
"I told you to keep her away from mine, she's bad influence." Noah gulped down the liquor and felt it burn down his throat.
"You think I haven't tried? Tch". Chalamet sighed dipping his hands into his pocket. "Anyways congratulations once again brother, your mother would be delighted to know she'll be a grandmother soon." Chalamet laughed.
"Let's go." Noah stepped into the jet ignoring the people who stared at him. Of course while his wife is a known figure, he's an underground celebrity. The man everyone knows, yet they don't.
Seeing him for the first time, Chalamet's friends were in awe. He truly lived up to his name.
'A Rude Bastard'.
They all stepped into the jet after Noah partying before they even got to where they were headed. "What club and what country are we going to?" He asked his cousin who was already so tipsy. "We were supposed to go to a cool club tonight but things got changed last minute.
"And?" Noah demanded.
"We're going to a strip club." Chalamet laughed.
'A strip club! Noah yelled in his head and then sighed. "You know we have to be back early tomorrow for your wedding right?" He asked to see his cousin nod.
"I'm quite aware of that, that's why we're going there." Chalamet mused.
When all four men arrived at the jet terminal, there was another limo waiting for them. They had used a fast jet so even if getting here was supposed to be in like two hours, they arrived in only thirty minutes.
All four men stepped into the car and arrived at the club in no time. Noah was worried about his wife, there was an uncertainty in his heart. Something was just not right with him and he couldn't point where.
Anna is always safe around Janjan, what could possibly go wrong tonight?
"Yes. Now this is what I'm talking about." Chalamet spread his arms wide before the strip club, and his other two friends cheered him and slap his back.
Noah talked to the Limo driver, giving him a few tips just so he doesn't leave and can carry them back to the jet terminal when they're done. Someone has to clean his cousins mess anyway, now he could understand why they insisted he came. He should never have adhere to such stupid plan.
But it's not too late to change his mind right? He could stay in the car and get a few work done till the boys are ready to return, but before he could complete his thoughts... "Come on Noah, don't be a bitch." Came Chalamet's words behind him.
"Fuck off." Noah tried to push him away but he leaned closer, "You promised you'd do this for me." Chalamet reminded him.
"I'm here now aren't I?" Noah smiled seeing his cousin look back at the other two men who were waiting in line for them. "You know I haven't told anyone you're a virgin." Noah rolled his eyes.
"Technically I'm not if my wife is pregnant." Noah said. As much as he had stolen his wife's first time, she had stolen his too, but that's something he didn't want to share with anyone. It's unfortunate his cousin was aware of this and would taunt him for the rest of his life.
He had been a nerd growing up, always too focused on his studies and business that he didn't explore his sexual life.
"I know about that, and congratulations. But come on Noah, this would be fun." Chalamet tried to persuade his cousin some more. When Noah didn't move, Chalamet let out a long sigh.
"This is my bachelors party Noah."
"I know." Noah said.
"And you promised to be here for me." Chalamet said. "I don't know you as someone who goes back on his words."
"Enough with the motivational speech, let's go." Noah started walking and Chalamet smiled trailing behind him.
When both men got to where the other guys were they smiled. "We almost thought you changed your mind." One of the said. He's Jim, with dirty blonde hair.
"Let's go see some tittayyyyyyyyyyyyys." Connor yelled with his hands spread wide as they stepped into Hells door'.
There were a couple of bouncers at the door, and as the guys get in line, "I've got a few friends looking for a special seat in the house." Noah took out several crisp hundreds and slip each of them a few. "Think you could point me in the right direction?"
"Right this way," one of them siad as he uncliped the velvet rope, and Noah nodded to Chalamet. He might have never been to a strip club, but he knows exactly how the world works and what it takes to have access to the VIP.
Chalamet and his friends follow the bouncer, but Noah didn't go with them. He knew what they were probably going to do anyways. Have woman dance on them while they get high. In most cases they have sex with them, in other cases they just get robbed their money.
He wasn't in the mood for that. Noah stared at the club before him. Inside, the club is loud, dark, and smells like perfume. On stage straight ahead are two women on poles doing the same dance at the same time.
There are men sitting next to the stage throwing bills and cheering them on. Noah glanced around to the bouncer ahead, opening another velvet rope to a sectioned-off part of the club.
When he got to him, Noah gave him another bill and ask for bottle service. He nods and turned toward the bar to make sure they get their orders. Noah walked back to his seat, beside him were three other people on the C shaped sofa. Chalamet and the other guys walked back in to seat too as they smiled at Noah.
"Did you get the pussy all in your face?" Noah asked taking a drink from the waitress who served him. She was in nothing but a tiny bra barely covering her breast and g-string pant. He wasn't surprised, he was in a strip club.
"No, they're preparing my room." Chalamet smiled and Noah rolled his eyes. "I'm going to having a lot of fun tonight."
"Make sure you don't catch any disease, you wife's innocent."
"Joy killer." Chalamet muttered glaring at his cousin.
Noah gave the sexy waitress a tip when he took his drink but the girl didn't seem like she wanted to take it from him. She rather brought her breast close to his fingers. Noah dropped the cash on the tray and took a sip of his drink. He watched the woman walk away shaking her waist.
Anna has warned him not to get close to any woman, he never knew Chalamet would bring him to a strip club tonight. If Anna is ever to find out about this, she might never talk to him for like a year.
Just as he sat there, his phone rang immediately. His heart skipped when he saw Anna's number being displayed on the screen. There's no way she decided to call him right now. She shouldn't know he's in a club.
"What's wrong?" Chalamet asked.
"My wife's calling, I'll be back." Noah said and walked away. He stepped out of the club and got back into his car to pick the call.
When he did pick it, his face turned grave...
