Tristan just finished work and decided to call Ava so they could go out for dinner. But when he called her, she did not pick up any of his calls, and when he tried the landline, the maid said that Ava went out but did not tell her where she was going.

PA Jack was standing next to Tristan, so Jack suggested Ava might be with Kelly, but when he tried her phone, she was not picking it up either.

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Tristan was on edge, he was not happy that Ava did not even text him her whereabouts.

It was very suspicious that both women were not responding to their phones, Tristan was about to tell Jack to track Ava's phone when Blake called on the other line, telling him that their wives were with Sara at the club. He told them to meet him there and to hurry. It sounded, bad and Tristan was getting mad at his little one.

How many times does he need to tell her not to break the rules? It seems like his little troublemaker needs to be taught an unforgettable lesson.

Blake knew where Sara was because he had a secret detail following her all the time, it started because of Joaquin, but then after he died, Blake thought it would be better if someone was there to protect her at all times.

So when Sara's bodyguards informed him that she was at the club with Emily, Ava, and Kelly, he thought he should call Tristan, and since Dmitri and Aiden had nothing to do, he thought that they should just all hang out at the newly opened club.

The music was blasting, and there were people everywhere, celebrating or just having a good time. The women were having a good time on the dance floor, dancing to the beat of the music.

"Oh my gosh, this is my song, Yeah!" Sara screamed.

"I'm not here for your entertainment…," Kelly sang with Sara as Emily and Sara danced with them.

Emily moved like a graceful ballerina, Ava looked like an untouched maiden who moved very timidly, Sara was owning the dance floor with her moves, while Kelly was the singing diva who knew every song.

Each woman was different, and they attracted different types of men at the club, it was like they had their own fan base.

Tristan, Blake, and Jack all searched for their women while Dmitri and Aiden looked around and observed. Trying to see what the crowd was like and who they would have to fight in case something happens.

Tristan finally spotted his little one and stood in front of her. "Tristan!" Ava said happily, so she jumped up to hug him when he stopped her by pinning her hands to her sides.

"So you don't listen to your husband anymore?" Tristan asked.

"No, I always listen to you," Ava pouted and hugged his neck like a koala.

"You have become too bold," Tristan slapped her bum.

"Ouch! Tristan…," she said rubbing her behind and pretending to be angry at him. The alcohol had made her cheeks red, and with her pouty lips, she looked more alluring.

He took her chin in his hand and started kissing her, slowly at first, just to taste, but he started losing control, he was now kissing her hungrily like they've been parted for a while.

"Hmm hmm," Ava moaned, Tristan leaned his forehead on hers to let Ava catch her breath.

"Husband, I missed you so much," Ava whispered. Tristan felt like an electric current ran through his body whenever she called him husband. He was ready to do anything for her when she called him that. He was aroused, and he wanted to take her then and there.

Ava, on the other hand, used the "husband" card when she wanted to get away with anything. He knew she was feeling guilty right now, so she was trying to soothe him. And like always, he was going to give into her even though he knew he was being tricked, but doing childish stuff like these made him love her more.

"You're trying to pacify me huh," he said, pinching his waist.

"Ouch! You keep on spanking and pinching me," she said as she rubbed her waist.

"Why are you here? Don't you remember our agreement?" he asked.

"What can I do? Sara called me to come," she said, not being able to lie to him. She knew that he would get the truth anyway.

Tristan made a mental note to tell Blake to control his woman for the next time.

Ava was very innocent, and Tristan liked her this way. He did not want her to be very bold and outgoing.

When Blake saw Sara in her tight-fitting dress, he felt like dragging her somewhere private so he could have his way with her.

"What are you doing here Sara?" Blake asked angrily into her ear.

"Blake, you're here. I want you to dance with me," she said rubbing her body against his.

"Somebody wanted to dance with me earlier, but I told them no," she said in her tipsy voice.

"You dared to dance with other men?" Blake said his blood boiling. She should never consider other men, ever, while he was still alive.

Blake dragged her from the dance floor and took her to one of the couches, sitting her on his lap. He kissed her neck hungrily, licking and giving her love bites as he went.

"Hmm hmm," she moaned, loving the attention she was getting.

"You are mine, understood! If someone even dares to come near you, I will kill them," Blake whispered in her ear. She was not scared by his possessiveness, instead, she felt excited that he was declaring her as his.

"Yes I am yours," Sara stared lovingly into his eyes, and because of this, his anger had melted. So he kissed her passionately to show his affection.

Jack and Kelly have been married for a few months and in that amount of time, he had come to understand his wife.

Jack had wanted to have a lavish wedding but Kelly wanted a simple one, so they opted for a low-key celebration where they invited Ava and Tristan.

Jack took care of Kelly all the time. She had started opening up to him, but most of the time she had a temper, and he had learned that consoling her was the key to a better relationship.

He knows that he cannot show force when it comes to his wife. If he does, then Kelly will never let him step into their bedroom until she calms down.

So he was going to use the silent approach. "Kelly I was so worried about you," he said, caressing her face.

"Jack I am not a kid, you don't need to worry," she said.

"But Kelly you should have at least answered my call, you don't know how worried I was," he said in a soothing voice. He knew that he had to talk to her softly if he wanted her to agree to his wishes.

"Okay, next time I promise to call you to let you know," her gaze softened as she saw his worried face.

"Let's stop dancing and order food," he suggested, and she immediately agreed since she loved eating more than dancing. So they ordered some French Fries, chicken wings, and onion rings.

While the three couples were getting busy, Dmitri and Aiden stood around at the bar, and women were milling around them.

They were total opposites, one had a dark and dangerous aura while the other had a sunny and bright aura. Women who were bold enough started flirting with them and tried to get their attention, but they were not interested in any of the beautiful women around them.

Dimitri did not even bother to acknowledge their presence, he glared at them when they got too close. Aiden, on the other hand, declined politely.

Dimitri was looking around, scanning the dance floor, when someone caught his eye. There were too many people around her, but she wasn't really dancing with anybody. It was like she was dancing to her own music. The minute he saw her, it was like a spotlight had shined on her. Her image weaving in and out of the bodies writhing around her.

He could see that she was svelte, her skin was fair, and from what he could see, she had very delicate features. Her moves seemed like they were choreographed for a dance at the emperor's palace instead of for a club.

She had very shiny, waist-length black hair that seemed to always get into her face no matter how much she tucked it behind her ear.

He could see a few men make their advances on her, but she would say a few words, and they'd be on their way, with a very hurt look on their faces. It made him wonder what she said.

Aiden had noticed that Dmitri had been staring at someone for a long time, and this was the first time he had seen Dmitri pay attention to anyone more than a few seconds.

"Hmm... Did someone finally catch your eye?" Aiden asked curiously. Dimitri didn't accept nor deny it but took a swig at his drink.

Aiden let out a loud laugh knowing Dimitri would never admit if he was interested in a woman.

Dimitri's eyes were glued to the graceful dancer, who was none other than the one and only Emily.

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