{Hailey’s pov}
The room was dim, lit only by the orange flicker of Kiara’s lighter as she lit another joint. Smoke curled between us, softening everything, walls, time, even my thoughts. We lay side by side on the carpeted floor, music low in the background, bare feet tangled in blankets and lazy laughter.
Kiara turned to me with a grin. “Okay, back to Bourbon. Don’t act like I forgot. That mysterious man who paid for your time. You said you went to the room?”
I nodded slowly, eyes half-lidded. “Room twelve.”
“That even sounds sexy,” she muttered. “Keep talking.”
I laughed under my breath. “I got off the stage, still dripping sweat, and the supervisor just grabbed my arm. Said someone already paid for me. Cash. Clean. No name. Just… ‘Room 12.’ I didn’t ask questions.”
“You didn’t ev
