As I stepped into the bar, deafening electronic music swallowed me whole.
The party was already in full swing, with Nathan—the wealthy young groom-to-be—at the center, relishing his last taste of bachelorhood before stepping into married life.
The dance floor was a sea of swaying bodies, flashing lights, and chaotic energy.
I noticed plenty of beautiful women around, but I could still feel the eyes on me as soon as I walked in—some openly admiring, others more discreet.
I confidently slipped off my coat just as a young man approached me. It was Nathan himself—I had memorized his face beforehand.
"Congratulations, Mr. Nickel," I said, picking up a glass from a passing tray and raising it toward him.
Nathan's ego was visibly fed by the fact that I recognized him immediately. His lips c
