In Da Club (1)
That night had gone from the best night to—hopefully not the worst, but it still made the acid in Angela's stomach burn her insides. Alvaro, the second guard who accompanied them to dinner, escorted them to the VVIP lounge. She was told that it was Gael's exclusive section that wasn't available to others when Ruth kindly served them earlier.
Nina sat with her and tried to calm her down. "I'm sure it will be okay."
Angela chewed on her bottom lip. Things escalated quickly a couple of minutes ago. That guy came out of nowhere and suddenly slid his hands around her from behind and grabbed her chest. If it were Gael, she would immediately recognize him, but that split second that she realized it was a stranger, her first instinct was to slap him across the face. The audacity of the sleazebag when he grinned like he enjoyed her reaction was outrageous.