Alexander Whille

It was a rainy night. Alexander was driving his Lexus, weaving through traffic, still distraught with hatred for what he had just witnessed: Mariah, his beloved fiancée, in bed with Jackson, his best friend? This could only be a nightmare. After all those years, of controlling his desires, taming his inner beast, gifts, and expensive trips, this was how she paid him back? Fuck that! It was time to go back to his old ways! After parking his car, Alexander walked to the front of the entire line waiting to enter Angel's Bar, making people shy away! That was Alexander While, the famous engineer and most powerful businessman in all of New York. You certainly don't want to get in his way. "Excuse me, sir..." the tall and muscular security guard, just like him, stood in front of him. "You should wait in line like everyone else." "Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" he said, upset, but without raising his voice. "I know Ryan, your boss! All it takes is one call from me and you can kiss your job goodbye!" "Sorry, Mr. Whille... I didn't recognize you." Tayrone entered after the security guard let him in. The music in the club was loud, and the lights were blue and dim, with men and women laughing and drinking. "Straight whiskey..." he says to the waitress without further ado. Until his eyes catch sight of the beautiful dancer, shaking her hips in scant clothing on the pole, and he feels automatically attracted to her.