Alexander’s POV

The bass was already thumping before we even got inside. The club lights flashed in pulsing reds and blues, casting quick shadows on the marble floors. It smelled like perfume, smoke, and expensive liquor.

Everything about this place screamed bachelor party—and Miles made sure it was top-tier.

He walked in beside me with his best friend, Terrence, already hyped up.

"Owww, here’s what I’m talking about!" Terrence howled, throwing his arms up. "Girls, buddy, ...