Author's pov.

Jake moved round the club, his eyes scanning through the people dancing in the club.

Loud music was playing, and the screams of dancers filled the air… a reminder to him that this wasn't his territory, feeling thirsty he walked to the counter.

“This is the second time that you have visited this club…,” the bartender smiled handing him a glass of whiskey.

“I didn't order anything,” he frowned staring at the drink suspiciously.

“It's on the house,” he winked. “So who are you looking for? A lady?”

Jake looked up at him. “Have you been spying on me?”

“Spying?” He laughed. “I just keep an eye out…...