RUBBY'S POV
The night air was thick with the scent of different perfume, alcohol, and something else I couldn’t quite place. Maybe it was fear or even regret, Maybe it was the feeling of being somewhere I didn’t belong.
The club was the last place you would see me, but today was different, Cynthia finally had her way.
I tugged at the hem of my dress as Cynthia led me deeper into the club, her laughter ringing through the reverberating music. I hadn’t wanted to come. I had made that clear. But Cynthia had a way of twisting words, of making things sound like a good idea when they weren’t.
"Come on, Rubby," she had coaxed over the phone. "You’ve been so down lately. Just one night out, I swear. No strings attached."
I should have said no, owing to the fact that I would leave with my par
