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9

ELOISE

We arrive at one of the hottest clubs in the city, Minx. Lauren was able to book a booth in the VIP section tonight for our friend Kylie’s birthday.

“This is exactly what I need. I have my dancing shoes on, and I’m ready to let loose.” Kylie grins as we are led in by the ice queen door bitch, who looks us over with disdain and, judging by her uppity stare, she doesn’t think we should be here. Lauren and I exchange eye rolls as we walk up the VIP staircase toward our booth.

“Here you go, ladies, your booth. Your hostess will be out in a moment to deliver your bottles.” The ice queen smiles fakely.

“What a bitch,” I murmur as she walks away.

“Who gives a shit about her? I’m ready to party.” Lisa squeals as she jumps up and down.

“And maybe find a hot guy to take home,” Lauren says, nudging Lisa a few times.

“Damn right,” Lisa replies as they high-five.

Moments later, a beautiful redhead and blonde come out holding bottles of champagne above their heads with sparklers sitting on top of the bottles. “Happy Birthday, Kylie,” they sing as they place the bottles in the ice bucket on the table while sparkles fly off everywhere.

They better not get on my new dress that I bought especially for tonight.It’s a gorgeous pink sequin mini wrap dress that leaves nothing to the imagination as it hangs dangerously low in the front and crosses over at the back.

The hostess pops the bottles of champagne for us, and we take our glasses and wish Kylie the happiest of birthdays.

As the night rolls on, we have become considerably louder and maybe a little drunker. There’s a table of assholes beside us, and all night they have been annoying us. They are trying to gain our attention with their small dicks and overinflated egos, which none of us are interested in.

The Paradise Club hires some of the hottest people in the world, and I know when a group of us go out together, we always gain attention, most of it unwanted. Men think a group of beautiful women is searching for a rich man. Not one of us sitting at this table is after that. We are independent women, and if we wanted a rich guy, we have a club full of them to whisk us away.

I haven’t seen Mr. King at the club for the past couple of weeks. Stupidly, I checked his profile to see if he had been in, and someone else has had the pleasure of looking after him. Not that I’m jealous or anything, I just liked riding his dick.

He had an appointment with Vixen a couple of days after our fun.

Not going to lie—that stung.

But then I ran into Vixen, who told me nothing happened, that he wasn’t into it, and they cut the session short. She said she sucked him off for a minute, and then he stopped it.

Not going to lie, that made me feel good.

Vixen joked that she thought he wasn’t interested because I wasn’t there. I call bullshit. Men can have off days when they aren’t in the mood. Granted, they are a hell of a lot less than women, but I’m sure it happens.

Vixen thinks he’s smitten with me.

I don’t believe her.

I know some of the people I’ve worked with have ended up married to a client. There are some whose primary goal is to land a rich husband. That’s not me. I couldn’t imagine anything worse than relying on a man for money.

My mother was like that, and my father got away with treating her like trash. She was to look good on his arm, and that was all. I want my independence, that’s why I’ve been working my ass off as I have been, so I have enough of a nest egg put aside to make my dream happen with no help from a man or my parents.

I shake all the thoughts of Mr. King from my mind. Although I find this difficult because every single time I need to come, it’s his face I see, and as soon as I do, it’s like fucking fireworks.

Please don’t let me have a crush on a client.

Lauren definitely has a crush on one of hers, but I am trying so hard to maintain distance from Mr. King. That’s the reason for my night out tonight, to get Mr. King from my mind and Mr. Fox from Lauren’s. I need to hook up with a hot guy who isn’t from The Paradise Club, do all the nasty things with him, and scrub Mr. King’s face from my mind.

The music is thumping deep in my chest, so I allow it to take over me and begin to sway to the beat, letting myself get lost in the sounds. Hands wrap around my waist, and I ignore them, knowing it’s probably Lauren behind me. I keep moving to the beat until I feel myself being pulled back against a hard body with a damn boner.What the hell?

“I knew you were interested. You like playing hard to get, don’t you?”

I swing around in his arms. A tall, skinny guy grins down at me. He looks like one of those finance assholes who thinks money can get him free pussy. My eyes narrow, and I realize he’s one of the assholes from the next table who have been harassing us all night.



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