ALESSIA
They sat on a long leather sofa, the three of them dressed in crisp white shirts and tailored black trousers, looking every bit as dangerous as their reputation. Two bottles of whiskey were set on the tempered glass center table, and three ladies in masks sat quietly beside them.
The room looked like a private club, dim and covered in a soft blue light.
A frown crept on my face, disgust tightening my chest. So this was their “dysfunction”? What a joke.
They always claimed they couldn’t perform, yet here they were, indulging themselves without discipline. It's just the honest truth. Men were all the same; they had no control or no limits.
My fingers curled into my palm, nails digging into my skin as something unfamiliar stirred inside me.
Jealousy.
The realization hit me har
