Luca's POV
The club was thick with heat and bass, a temple of smoke and shadows. Bottles cracked open like fireworks, sparklers lit the dark, women in sequins and stilettos moved as if worshipping the beat.
And me? I sat in the VIP section upstairs that gave me a panoramic view of the whole club. The hottest ladies that walked in, the strip club dancers that were serenading the poll, the endless drinks to order from and the menu special. It was the best view and my favorite spot.
The whiskey burned, but not half as bad as the thought of her lips on Philip's.
It was supposed to be a deal. Six months. A ring, some staged photographs, a wedding plastered on Page Six, and then done. Clean, clinical, transactional. That's how I'd designed it. That's how it was meant to be.
And yet, here I
