ZOE
God, I hate this place. I mean, it’s full of s*x-hungry strangers, all desperate looks and wandering hands. A circus of sweaty bodies and cheap cologne. Everywhere I turn, it’s like another guy with a hey baby smirk or a where’s my hug vibe. They all look the same—hungry, hollow, hoping for anything to take home.
I mean, that is what I’m here for, right?
To drown my thoughts in tequila and make the worst possible decisions? To let myself get lost in this sticky, neon jungle of strangers? Sure, why not. If I can’t shake Blake from my head, maybe I’ll just bury him under a pile of bad choices and regret.
So here I was, in the middle of it, wearing a red dress so tight it felt painted on. Short enough to piss off Preston if he saw me and clingy enough to turn heads.
Perfect for toni
