Nathan’s POV

In true Dante style, the party was already a success, having only just begun. He had hired pole dancers and had two additional poles delivered to the apartment. The dining room table had been moved to accommodate a makeshift dance floor, and there were a lot of scantily clad people bumping and grinding out there. The two extra poles flanked the dance floor. At the same time, the one in the middle of the cement coffee table was also being put to good use.

Amelie, right now, is at ...