Foxy
I had been working in club X for years, but I had never been the one to open up. Seeing it now, all empty and free from people was strange.
It looked different with the main lights turned on and no glasses strewn everywhere.
The lusty magic was gone. It looked bare and clinical.
I didn’t want anything between me and Ben to be clinical. If he was going to mark me tonight, then I wanted it to be loving and perfect. Like the diamond he had put on my finger over dinner.
He had asked me to marry him, and I had surprisingly said yes. I didn’t regret it either. My feelings about being a wife and mate had done a total three-Sixty after spending time time with him.
It wasn’t that I had sold out my beliefs. I still craved my freedom as much as ever. I had just come to the con
