Zarek’s POV
The heavy bass of the bar’s pounding music did little to clear my mind.
I was no stranger to this bar’s private room, littered with beautiful, submissive women eager to bend to my every will. I set my sights on a curvy, brown-eyed girl and beckoned her to her knees. I shoved an open wine bottle in her mouth, and she smiled as the other cheered her on.
This was how I lived now. Private rooms, expensive bottle service, girls who knew how to have a good time and expected nothing from me the morning after. I’ve performed this routine a hundred times before, but it wasn’t doing a damn thing for me anymore. But I kept coming back anyway.
I took another swig from my glass. The dry champagne was rough against my throat as it went down.
I wasn’t worried when I first found her note
