“We can't just sit here and wait for Damien Montenegro endlessly, We are investing in his company, yet we are the ones waiting for him”. Mr. Marcus, one of the investors, complained.

The others agreed, but there was nothing they could do. There was no one who could face Damien Montenegro. Only if the person had a death wish.

“Mr. Marcus, You were saying?” Damien Montenegro said as he walked in.

“Nothing, Nothing” Mr. Montenegro.

“Max” Damien looked at his assistant.

“Begin with the presentation” He nodded and went to the presentation board

“The business of landscaping in the United States is constantly changing. Since so many changes have been made recently, Mr. Montenegro also decided to change the designs a lot.” He paused, continued and glanced at everyone before adding,

“As you know, hotels always have one massive lawn and a garden…here.” He taps on the screen.” There are two massive lawns and two gardens........

“ Why are the two gardens necessary??”. Mr. Marcus cut him off.

“Mr. Maggots or whatever you're called, next time you cut off my employee's speech like that again, you just might not survive to see another presentation.” Damien warned.

“Like he said earlier, we will be making some new changes in the business.” He said taking over from where max was cut off.

“ Every party is about business and drinking alcohol, which is very common, but adding a little change won't hurt anyone. “ He pointed at the screen.

“ The second garden will only be for entertainment. That's why there is a pool, a planted coconut tree, and a beach hammock. This is only for clients who want to swim, drink and talk. He zoomed the screen again.

“The pool area can also be expanded, so it would have a wider and better view for people who want a pool party. He paused a little and continued,

“ There is also a lawn beside the garden, which would hold usual party games like, Billiards, darts, card games and ping pong but to mention a few”. He concluded.

The room was so quiet, one could drop a pin and Everyone would hear it kiss the floor.

“ Do you all get it now?”. He asked.

“So you mean one garden and a lawn is for business while the others would be for entertainment only?” Mr. Ramie asked.

“Exactly. Any complaints, suggestions, or additions?” He asked, then turned to Mr. Marcus with a slow smirk.

“Your mom says you complain a lot, Marcus. Throw something at me”.

“Devil, trying to get me upset. Even though he's an arrogant dickhead, he's good at his work.” Mr. Marcus thought.

Damien smirked. If only they knew he could hear their thoughts. They would never think again.

“ If there are no complaints that will be the end of this meeting” He said, stood up and walked out alongside max.

Damien's POV

I am Damien Montenegro. Most people think I'm a ruthless billionaire, but am actually a ruthless billionaire vampire, a vukodlak vampire.

I don't have stupid pale skin like other vampires. I look exactly like humans, no difference. Not only that, but I also possess both witches and werewolves power as a side dish, so I can shape-shift into anything.

It's crazy, I know. But you'd love it.

“Damien, lord Montenegro will like to see you.” Max said.

Max's my assistant and the closest thing I have to a best friend.

Even though we're quite close, I don't entertain rudeness or friendly insults.

“Jeez, what does that old man want again”. I groaned.

*************

“Father!”. I said.

My father is a no nonsense vampire. He doesn't beat around the bush. He's a straightforward person. Even though I'm the most powerful one among the vampires, he could still beat me up with his eyes closed, and his hands tied around his back. Unfortunately.

“Those wretched Rodriguez is at it again, I'd like to think you know what to do.” He said.

I sighed. Those werewolves? Don't they get tired of being beaten?

“I do know what to do, father.” I said, bringing out my phone to call Max as I walked away.

“ Send the men out, north side. I want to hear those damn Rodriguez's claws, their eyes out in pain. Then meet me at the stripper club when you're done”.

“Got it”

**************

AT THE STRIPPER CLUB

Crystal's POV

I hate my life. I hate my job. Why me?

I thought as tears ran down my face.

Why is my life so miserable? I don't know who my father is, and the only person I have in this world is in a coma, half dead. My life just keeps getting worse every day. Why do I have to live like this? What did I do to deserve this?

“ Crystal, Crystal! “ Someone called out my name, as I quickly wiped my tears and choked back a sob.

“Yes, angel.” I answered.

Angel was the club manager.

“Crystal, can't you dress up faster? Damien Montenegro is here!”. She giggled excitedly like a little schoolgirl, then added as she twirled a lock of her hair on a single finger.

“If you impress him, he just might give us extra money.”

I nodded.

********

Crystal looked at other strippers already dancing and scoffed at their clumsy and awkward dance moves. Immediately she stepped in, they all stopped dancing and walked out, glaring at her.

Any time she performed, she always took all the glory and attention. People hardly gave the other strippers a side eye, so there was no use dancing when she was there.

She looked around, catching the eyes of the men looking at her like a whore. Tears grew in her eyes, she never wanted this, but right now, she had no option plus she was desperate.

The money she earned as a waitress couldn't even pay her house rent, not to mention her mother's hospital bills.

“Crystal, when you save enough money, you'll leave this fucked up job, okay? Be a strong girl. Come on, you've got this!”. She said over and over again to herself.

She sucked in a deep breath and began to walk towards the pole seductively. Her overly high heels making “click” sounds as they kissed the floor. She jumped on the pole, losing the little self-control she had as she let the tears flow. No matter how hard she tried to suck it in, the tears won't just stop coming.

She twirled around the pole, raising her leg at the interval and giving the audience a view of her v***. Even though it was covered with panties.

The lustful men went wild at the sight of her v***. Their eyes glazed lustfully at the beauty goddess in front of them.

She stood and jumped on the pole again. She bent, tracing her tongue on the pole. Her boobs coming into a clear view. They stared at the boobs, wanting to grab a hold of it. The men screamed loudly as they got a better view of her chest. Even though she was a stripper, they could never touch her, she'd rather get her eyes plugged out one by one than let them.

The thought of them grabbing and squeezing her soft and round boobs would be full in the minds of these lustful men.

With her left hand still holding the pole, she traced her right hand down her face seductively. She put her index finger into her lips, sucking it while moving her hips back and forth.

The scream went louder as the men went hard just by staring at her.