ALEX.
The hallway leading to the private suite felt like a different world compared to the pulsing chaos of the club. The music softened into a hum as we went farther away from the club and into the suite, and the multicolored lights no longer smeared across the walls. Instead, a warm, golden glow guided us toward a door that seemed deliberately tucked away. I could still taste the man’s last kiss on my lips, still feel its electricity buzzing under my skin.
He opened the door without breaking eye contact, his knuckles brushing mine as he gestured for me to enter first. That single touch made my breath hitch. Inside, the room was dim, lit only by a row of recessed lights that cast shadows across a plush bed and sleek black furniture. It smelled faintly of cedar and something darker, a sc
