Natalie quickly showered and changed, neatly folding her clothes before grabbing her bag and heading out. There was no sign of Ethan, and she was ready to leave without any further interaction, especially with Nevaeh's obsessive behavior lingering in the air.
Ethan wasn’t her man, so why should she pay the price for his flirtations? She was nothing more than a weekend companion in his life.
As she stepped out, fuming with frustration, she spotted Miranda waiting for her.
"Hey, just in time! Let's go," Miranda said, throwing an arm around Natalie’s shoulders. The exit from the lounge led them to an outdoor sunroom—a playground for the rich. With such a clientele, it made sense to carve out a little “scenic spot” in the heart of a steel city for leisure and relaxation.
As they descended
