ADRIKO
I woke up to a banging headache and a throbbing pain at my side. The stitches pulled slightly, a reminder of the f****d up night I had.
A groan slipped my lips as I rolled to my unhurt side. I sat at the edge of the bed, rotating my arm in slow movements. The stiffness lessened but not by much.
My phone vibrated on the bedside table. I ignored it but then it buzzed again.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, I reached for it, my mood souring further the second I saw the name flashing on the screen.
Zlata.
Zlata: I’ll be waiting for you at the club tonight.
I stared at the message, my thumb hovering over the screen. A few weeks ago I would have jumped at the opportunity—anticipated our meetings with a certain hunger.
The guarantee of easy pleasure has always been a lure but not
