Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
After showing him my ID, he lets me through, and I head inside toward the hostess desk, checking out the inside on my way. It’s all mahogany wood mixed with dark reds and gold accents.
“Good evening,” the hostess says, smiling politely. She’s standing behind the hostess desk, so I can only see her from the waist up, but she’s in all black with only a tiny bit of cleavage showing, and her makeup is on point. She’s gorgeous and not what I expected. “How may I help you?”
“I’m here for—”
Before I can finish my sentence, Lacey calls out my name, sauntering toward me, dressed in a sexy little red number complete with matching red lipstick and red heels. The color pops against her pale skin and black hair.
“We need to talk, now,” she says, her tone serious.
“Okay, can we get a drink first?” I ask as I let her guide me into the club-slash-restaurant. I gotta admit, the place is the perfect mix of elegance and sexiness. As we walk through, I notice the plush booths have high backs, giving each one an intimate feel. Women dressed in black leather cheeky bottoms, lacy black tops, and heeled stiletto boots are dancing on the poles erected in the center of several small round stages spread across the floor.
I stop to watch as one woman does some spin and then somehow flips upside down before she slides down the pole only to do another spin.
“I always assumed pole dancing would look trashy,” I whisper to Lacey, “but these women make it look like an art.” I nod toward the woman I’m watching, who’s now gliding around the pole like she’s performing and not in the middle of stripping.
“From what I’ve heard, these women take classes several times a week.”
“We should take pole dancing lessons,” I tell her, shocking both of us. “I can’t imagine doing anything close to what that woman is doing, but I bet it’d be fun.”
“I’m down,” she says. “But right now, we need to talk.”
She grabs my hand and guides us toward where I assume the bathrooms are since that’s where women tend to talk. I’m so intrigued by this place. I’m glancing around when I see a guy who looks a hell of a lot like Brody, standing at the bar talking to… “Wait, is that…?” Holy shit, it is! Brody is here, and he’s talking to… “Is Brody talking to Sam?” I tug on Lacey’s hand, preventing her from walking any farther as my gaze locks on Brody.
As if he can sense me, he looks past Sam, and his eyes land on me. His features morph into a look of shock, obviously not expecting to see me here. But after a quick second, the shock wears off, and his eyes trail down my body, drinking me in. Based on the way his gaze turns heated, he likes what he sees. He says something to Sam, then sets his glass down and starts stalking toward me like a man on a mission.
“Brody knows Sam?” I whisper to Lacey without taking my eyes off Brody. He’s dressed in a suit, but unlike his usual corporate ones, this one is sharper, more expensive looking, and he’s actually wearing a tie. It’s bloodred and matches the color scheme of the club.
“He does,” Lacey says as Brody approaches. “And so does H—”
“Bree?”
I twirl around since the masculine voice calling my name isn’t Brody, and my heart stops. I suck in a harsh breath as I take in Hayden, who’s standing only a few feet away from me. He’s also dressed to the nines in a suit, only his shirt is black, and his tie is gold.
When I glance back to see where Brody is, I bump directly into him. He catches me so I don’t fall, and then I back up slightly, watching as the two men I’ve fallen for come face-to-face.
My blood drains from my body.
My heart kicks into overdrive.
My skin turns cold and clammy.
“What are you doing here?” Brody asks as I quickly glance at Lacey, who looks almost as nervous as me. And then it hits me—this is what she needed to tell me. They’re both here.
“I…” I begin, but the words won’t come out. I fucked up. I made a horrible decision to date two men, and now I’ve been caught. I need to own up to it, admit what I’ve done, and bow out gracefully. This isn’t who I am—well, it’s not who I was. Apparently, it is who I am now.
A cheater.
Regardless of how casual it was, despite the fact that I’ve kept them at arm’s length and haven’t done anything more than kiss them.
I’m a cheater.
“You look beautiful,” Hayden says, leaning in and kissing my cheek. “This dress… Jesus, it’s like it was made for you. I had no idea you’d be here tonight. Are you here with someone?”