Natasha Astrid’s POV
“How come I didn't know you had a club?” I asked.
I was lying on his chest, clearly hearing his strong and rapid heartbeat. One of my hands was placed on his chest while our n***d bodies were covered by a white blanket.
We kept up with our plan to get a suite near my father's house. It was three am, and we were still awake, talking to each other after making love and enjoying each other.
“It’s not important,” he replied.
“Yes, it is!” I shot back at him. “It’s important because it’s your business. You have a club, so we should have just gone there.”
“It’s dangerous.”
Well, of course. The owner was dangerous, so the place was too. So, why did he have a dangerous business?
“What's in your club?” My curiosity couldn’t stop me.
“Selling guns, s*x medicine, and roo
