The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 151: An Invitation to the Inner Circle

In truth, Julian Sterling was not entirely a stranger to the circle of friends who surrounded Ethan Caldwell. Specifically, those who could be classified as his confidants, the men who had grown up alongside him and shared bonds forged in the fires of youth, were people Julian had encountered before.

He had seen them on the day of the wedding, a grand spectacle that felt more like a corporate merger than a celebration of love. At that time, they had merely stood at a distance, raising their crystal champagne flutes in perfunctory toasts, their smiles practiced and socially impeccable, yet devoid of any genuine warmth. He had also crossed paths with them during a few unexpected situations, such as his encounters with the Talbot brothers, Kieran and Kyle, the doctor duo who served the elite.

To all of them, he was simply "Mrs. Caldwell" in title alone, or perhaps more accurately, the "Sterling heir", the person Ethan had married to fulfill the terms of a mutually beneficial commercial contract. They knew his name, they knew his face, but they did not know him.

Crucially, Julian and these men had never truly met within the context of an intimate, private gathering where the masks of high society were allowed to slip. He had never been introduced to them as a member of the family, as someone who belonged in their inner sanctum.

The world of the wealthy was never short of parties, gatherings, and hedonistic indulgences. In the past, there had been plenty of occasions where Ethan would return home late, the scent of expensive liquor clinging faintly to his coat. On those nights, he would casually mention that he had been out gathering with his close circle of friends at some exclusive club or a VIP lounge hidden away from the prying eyes of the public.

However, during that previous period of their marriage, even though they had already begun sharing a bed and engaging in physical intimacy, their social lives had remained strictly compartmentalized. It was a case of "each to his own". Ethan walked his path, and Julian walked his. Ethan had never made a move to introduce Julian into his tightly-knit circle of brotherhood, and for his part, Julian had never harbored any intention of trying to squeeze himself into a world where he clearly did not belong. Both of them had tacitly understood that this was the boundary line of a commercial marriage, a line that was not to be crossed. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

That was precisely why, this time, when Ethan had so nonchalantly stated that he would take Julian to meet his friends at The Ebony Lounge that evening, the shock had hit Julian with such force.

What kind of place was The Ebony Lounge? It was not merely a club. It was the most discreet, exclusive, and impenetrable sanctuary for the debauchery and relaxation of the city’s upper crust. It was a place where secrets were kept and alliances were forged over glasses of amber liquid that cost more than an average citizen’s yearly salary. For Ethan Caldwell to bring him there, to integrate him into a private gathering with his most trusted allies, carried a weight and significance that transcended a simple night out.

This was not business socializing. This was not a public display for the sake of stock prices. This was an acknowledgment. It was a stamp of approval.

Julian sat motionless on the edge of the bed, his mind reeling as he processed the implication. His long, slender fingers lifted unconsciously, drifting upward to graze the skin of his forehead, the very spot where Ethan had pressed his lips just moments ago. The sensation of that kiss seemed to linger, a phantom warmth that refused to dissipate, branding his skin.

"Meeting his friends..." Julian murmured the words under his breath, testing the weight of them on his tongue. Without his permission, the corners of his lips curled upward into a faint, barely perceptible smile.

It seemed that this relationship was derailing from the tracks of the original contract far more drastically than he had ever anticipated. And what was even more terrifying to admit was that he did not feel a single ounce of rejection or repulsion toward this deviation. On the contrary, deep within the recesses of his heart, there was a stirring of something that felt suspiciously like... anticipation.

Julian shook his head vigorously, as if to physically dispel the wandering, sentimental thoughts that were threatening to cloud his judgment. He glanced at the clock on the bedside table. It was time to return to reality; he needed to prepare to meet Lucas Hill. Regardless of how the dynamics of his marriage were shifting, one fact remained immutable: before he could stand proudly as Ethan Caldwell’s partner and receive the genuine recognition of the world, he first needed to be Julian Sterling, a man with his own formidable career and financial independence firmly in his grasp.

Pushing himself off the mattress, Julian walked into the expansive walk-in closet. For today’s outing, he selected an ensemble that prioritized comfort without sacrificing elegance, an outfit that was polite enough for business but relaxed enough for a reunion. His mood, inexplicably, had lightened, becoming unusually bright and buoyant.

Outside, the sky over Saint Lawrence City was transforming into a breathtaking canvas as the afternoon waned. The firmament was deepening into a rich, velvety shade of dark violet, while streaks of brilliant, burning orange clouds stretched across the horizon, signaling the dramatic conclusion of a long day.

A sleek, pitch-black Maybach, the undisputed symbol of power, prestige, and the immense wealth of the Caldwell family, glided effortlessly over the asphalt. The vehicle was a moving fortress, its soundproofed cabin creating a hermetic seal that completely separated the serene silence inside from the cacophony and chaos of the rush hour traffic outside.

Julian sat in the back seat, his body sinking lazily into the embrace of the premium leather upholstery. His gaze was unfocused, drifting aimlessly through the tinted window as he watched the blur of humanity rushing past. During this recent period, even though Julian had firmly planted a "flag of abstinence" on Ethan Caldwell, restricting the man from going all the way, his own body did not feel much relief.

The man might have been forbidden from the final act, but that didn’t stop him from pressing Julian down every single night, kissing him until he was breathless and ravaging him with hands and mouth until he was satisfied. Although it wasn’t the unbridled, exhausting indulgence of their previous encounters, the intense make-out sessions still left Julian feeling physically drained. His muscles felt heavy, a lingering lethargy seeping into his bones.

For this trip to The Ebony Lounge, Julian had explicitly instructed the driver not to use the main entrance. That front door was a magnet for trouble, a hotspot where prying eyes, gossipmongers, and the flashing cameras of paparazzi lay in wait, hungry for a scoop.

The driver navigating the car was Thomas, a middle-aged man with years of seniority in the profession. He was the epitome of professionalism, a man carefully selected by Ethan himself to ensure Julian’s safety and comfort. Upon hearing the request to avoid the main entrance, Thomas didn’t ask a single question. He simply nodded and, with practiced skill, executed a smooth turn, steering the heavy vehicle away from the public eye and driving straight down the ramp into the private underground garage reserved exclusively for VVIP members.

The atmosphere in the basement was distinct from the world above. The cool, artificial glow of neon lights reflected off the polished curves of the supercars parked in their designated bays. These mechanical beasts lay silent and dormant, like predators in hibernation, each one worth a fortune. The Maybach came to a gentle halt in a secluded, cordoned-off sector, right in front of a specialized elevator that was guarded with military-like strictness.

Julian stepped out of the car, his movements graceful as he adjusted the lapels of his coat. He reached into his pocket and retrieved the object that served as his passport to this world: the black card.

It was the symbol of ultimate authority within the Caldwell empire’s leisure network, a card Ethan had given him without a second thought. The piece of metal felt cold and heavy in his hand, yet it was the master key that unlocked the highest privileges this establishment had to offer.

"Welcome, Mr. Sterling."

The security guard stationed by the elevator bowed low the moment his eyes landed on the card. His attitude was not just polite; it was deferential to the point of trepidation, a clear sign that he understood exactly whose authority that card represented.

Julian offered a slight, acknowledging nod and stepped into the private elevator. The doors slid shut with a soft hiss, sealing him in. The numbers on the digital control panel ascended rapidly, whisking him straight up to the very top floor, the penthouse level. This was the domain of the elite, housing the private suites reserved only for the absolute apex of society, including the personal suite that belonged to Ethan Caldwell.

On this occasion, Lucas Hill had arrived before him.

It was fortunate that earlier that morning, after they had finished their playful banter in bed, Julian had remembered the logistics of the meeting. He had asked Ethan to call the management of The Ebony Lounge personally to instruct the reception desk. If he hadn’t taken that precaution, a person of Lucas’s status, regardless of how much money he might have in his bank account, would likely never have been permitted to set foot on this exclusive floor, let alone enter the private sanctum.

However, protocols were protocols. Ethan Caldwell’s private suite was considered inviolable territory. It was a sacred space that remained locked and barred unless it was the scheduled time for cleaning or the owner himself was present to grant access. Consequently, despite Julian’s prior arrangements, Lucas could not wait inside the room itself. Instead, the staff had politely ushered him to the VIP waiting lounge located on the same floor, serving him tea while he waited for Julian’s arrival.