If there was something I had never done before in my life, it was going clubbing. Not once. Not even a sneaky underage attempt back in high school when everyone else was sneaking fake IDs and throwing up in Uber bathrooms.
I’d stalked enough to know Professor Nathan was heading to a friend’s private party at City Club. The hottest spot downtown. Three floors of bass, strobe lights, VIP sections where the rich and horny did whatever the f**k they wanted behind velvet ropes.
He’d posted a cryptic story earlier: black shirt unbuttoned two too many, glass in hand, caption just a black emoji. No location tag, but I knew. I always knew.
The problem was Mom.
“You’re 20, Steph. Still too young to go clubbing. Stay home and finish medical school.”
She’d said it a hundred times, every time I ev
