When it comes to flirting, I’ve got… zero skills. Okay, maybe a solid 5 out of 10 on a good day—if I’m drunk and wearing heels.
And yet, the only person my messed-up brain kept circling back to was Kai. Liam’s buddy. Which is insane, right? But Vik’s words kept ringing in my head.
Maybe getting a good f**k would fix you.
The idea sounded ridiculous… until it didn’t.
Sure, Kai once called me a broken woman. But maybe if I offered him a wild night—no strings attached—he’d be too honored to say no.
Or maybe he’d just laugh in my face.
Still, 90% of my gut screamed, Scarlette, you’re doing the right thing.
So I walked into the bar. Packed as usual—flashing lights, grinding bodies, strippers doing their thing on poles like they were born for it. Lust and chaos in the air.
I strutted to
