Chapter 42

The loud pop music was ringing in Kiara’s ears while she tried to dance her sorrow away. A whole week, and she still felt like shit.

“I’m clocking you on that funeral dancing, baby girl.” Michael reappeared out of nowhere after spending a suspicious amount of time in the bathroom of that poorly lit club.

“And I’m clocking you on having a blowjob in the bathroom.”

“Touché. But it’s my birthday, so I deserved it.”

He pushed her to the...