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The music was too loud. The air too thick with alcohol and desperation. But thatâs exactly what I needed tonight. An escape. A distraction. A mistake.
I pressed the shot glass to my lips, the burn of tequila nothing compared to the fire in my veins. My fingers tightened around the glass as I exhaled, my gaze drifting over the sea of strangers.
And then I saw him.
Dark eyes, darker intentions. He wasnât just watching meâhe was devouring me. Leaning against the bar, his presence was electric, dangerous, addictive. Dressed in black, sharp jawline carved by the devil himself, he looked like the kind of man you ran from.
Or the kind you let ruin you.
He smirked, tilting his head, silently inviting me over. A sane woman would look away. But sanity left me the moment I walked into this club.
So I took my drink, my reckless heart, and made the worst decision of my life.
I walked straight to him.
His eyes flickered with amusement as he leaned in, his scentâa mix of **whiskey, smoke, and sinâ**wrapping around me.
âLooking for trouble, princess?â His voice was silk laced with a knife.
I smirked, letting my fingers trail over his chest. âI donât run from trouble. I dive headfirst into it.â
And thatâs exactly what I did.
One night. No names. No rules. No regrets.
At least, thatâs what I thought⦠Until I woke up alone.
And he came looking for me.