Ayla POV
As we left the warmth of the party, the cold night air hit me and I felt my head spin slightly. I had drunk far too much wine, but I was having fun.
“I know where we should go.” Nicola cheered as she dragged me further down the street to another one of the clubs we used to go to when we were younger. This one still looked the same. The bouncer smiled as Nicola brushed her hand along his chest as we entered the old nightclub, and immediately I was hit with the smell of sweaty bodies all crammed together. I grabbed Nicolas's hand and pushed my way through the crowd and onto the dance floor. I loved to dance, and I rarely got to do it when I was with Marcus. He said I was like a whòre, letting men gawk all over me as I danced, but I didn’t notice the men watching me. All I could h
