ZEE.
Friday night fell heavily over the city.
I stood before the club, my heart hammering beneath the short black leather dress I wore.
I had taken longer than usual getting ready tonight—and that was because I wanted to give him a look he wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off.
So I settled on a short black sleeveless dress that hugged my curves and revealed a little bit of my thick thighs. I finished it off with a leather jacket and black boots.
My makeup was bare, except for the red lips I couldn’t resist smacking after staring at myself in the mirror.
I looked gorgeous—and I couldn’t wait to hear what he thought.
The bouncer nodded when he saw me. Didn’t ask questions. Just stepped aside like he already knew I was coming.
Inside, the place was alive—smoke curling up toward blac
