“Why me?” he asked, the curiosity now tinged with a hint of caution.
A velvet rope brushed his fingertips as he stepped inside. The interior was a contrast to the street’s cold concrete—a dimly lit lounge awash in deep burgundy and amber, plush sofas arranged in intimate circles, and a bar that glistened with an array of spirits. Women of all ages, some draped in silk, others in leather, sipped cocktails and exchanged knowing glances. The murmurs were low, laced with laughter that hinted at secrets being traded like precious currency. -DirtyWivesClub- Ryan Conner- Ryan Mclane -18.1...