Meeting Louis

"Hey, maybe Eric should've brought his lover here; she might've danced with you," Edward shouted over the music, trying to provoke Erickson.

"Edward!" Erickson snapped, giving him a playful scolding.

Three girls approached them, and the blonde - haired girl among them sauntered over to Charles, sensually running her fingers along his thigh. She wore a short, tight dress that barely covered her, revealing her cleavage and nearly exposing her backside.

"Hi, honey," the girl purred, her touch lingering on his chest. Charles sighed, allowing her to continue.

"Hi," he muttered, his attention fixated on her.

"Care to dance?" she asked, her intentions clear. Since he came here to forget his worries, he saw no reason to decline.

He stood up from his seat and took her hand. "Sure," he replied with a brief smile. They made their way to the dance floor, where she danced provocatively against him, grinding her backside against him.

As they danced, he held onto her waist, reciprocating her movements. Edward looked on, puzzled. "Is he drunk or something?" he asked, observing the other girls getting cozy with his friends.

"He's got some things on his mind," Erickson explained, equally intrigued by Charles' behavior.

Meanwhile, Erickson found himself being approached by a persistent girl. "Just leave me!" he snarled, but she ignored his protest, grabbing his crotch and kissing his neck. He groaned, reluctantly giving in as she led him into the crowd to dance.

Edward remained alone for a moment, attentively observing as the girl by his side began to touch him.

"You're handsome," she complimented, slipping her hands inside his shirt. He caught her hands, holding them in place.

"Let's go dance," he suggested, and the girl smiled, eager to comply, as they walked off together.

"Rosie," the girl dancing with Charles whispered, facing him as he held her waist, their bodies moving to the rhythm of the music.

Charles remained silent, lost in his own thoughts.

"Want to find somewhere quieter?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the booming music. Something inside him urged him to step away, to distance himself from this encounter he had entertained countless times in the past.

"I think I should go," he finally managed to say, gently pulling away from Rosie's grasp. Confusion clouded her features, but Charles couldn't bring himself to explain.

Pushing through the crowd, he made his way out of the bustling dance floor, searching for solace outside the club's walls. Rosie followed him, determined to understand his sudden change of heart. As they reached a hallway leading to the restrooms, she caught up with him, grabbing his arm.

"Please, wait," she pleaded, her eyes searching for answers he wasn't yet ready to give. Charles hesitated for a moment, torn between his desire to escape and his longing for human connection.

Charles didn't know what entered him and he started kissing her, He carried her and relaxed her back on the wall, her gown moved up and he noticed she wasn't wearing any pants.

He loosened his trouser still holding and his dick sprang out, she smiled and fixed her fingers into his hair as he entered her and fucked the day light out of her while she moaned sweetly.

...

Edward returned to their previous spot and found Erickson waiting for him. His expression soured at the absence of Charles.

"Where is that guy?" Erickson inquired, clearly disappointed.

"He went off with that woman," Edward replied, annoyance tingling his voice. Erickson chuckled at the situation.

Moments later, Charles approached them, adjusting his jacket and running his fingers through his hair.

"So, did you have some fun?" Edward jeered, his tone laced with sarcasm. Charles simply rolled his eyes in response.

...

Charles felt the sudden urgency to use the restroom and quickly made his way towards it. Once inside, he took care of his business and promptly exited. However, as he stepped out, he accidentally collided with someone, causing his mask to come off in the process.

"Ah, damn it," he cursed under his breath.

Looking up, he was surprised to see Louis standing before him. Louis, wearing a smirk on his face, began sarcastically clapping his hands.

"Well, well, well... Look who we have here, the great Charles in a bar," he remarked, his tone dripping with condescension.

"It's none of your business," Charles retorted coldly, his patience wearing thin. He started to walk away, but Louis's next words halted him in his tracks.

"I thought you wouldn't dare set foot in a bar after Natalie's death. Seems like you're betraying her memory, just like you betrayed me. You're not meant for love or anything good. Soon your conglomerate will crumble, and mine will rise above yours. You're a bastard," Louis cursed, his bitterness evident.

Charles's eyes darkened at Louis's accusations. He didn't want to engage in a confrontation, but he couldn't let Louis's words go unanswered. Allowing him to continue with his twisted perception would only fuel his resentment, and Charles couldn't allow that.

"Wait," he instructed, causing Louis to come to a halt and turn back to face him.

"What more do you want now?" Louis folded his arms impatiently.

"What I do with my life is none of your concern. Instead of meddling in my affairs, maybe you should focus on salvaging your failing company. As long as I'm alive, my own company will thrive. And as for your claims of betrayal, tell me, when did I ever betray you? I gave you a larger share of our father's company while I took a smaller one. I trusted you to run it wisely, but you failed. Are you not even a little ashamed that your younger brother is more successful than you?" Charles fired back, his words hitting Louis like daggers.

"You should watch your tone," Louis hissed through gritted teeth. "We had agreed to build our company together, but you betrayed me by going on a business trip to Spain and coming back triumphant."

"Oh, that incident," Charles replied, his voice laced with sarcasm.