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Chapter 3 Three

Word Count: 849    |    Released on: 04/07/2025

g loosely to her skin, hair pinned in glossy waves, and a glass of vintage Chardon

it was befo

: The Real

it's PACKED. They've got live

striptease in matching leather harnesses. And a girl in a c

pagne before we even got th

dy turned them down earlier, claiming exhaustion

il

ach other in days. Even if he barely texted. Even if his mother treated her like

plain it to Emily e

had said. "It's just Preston would twi

ittle spiting. But fine. Stay home. B

champagne under chandeliers and pulsing lights, Arabella felt ridicul

rang. A

c, glittering interior of Tease. Ava was front and center, sp

va shouted. "Why

performance. Bella an actual sensual cabaret. Half-naked aerialists in glitter and mesh, men

er breath caught as Ava tilted

lights like water, and pulsing neon signs that read "Sin tastes better in velvet." The scent of spiced

ies tangled in silk ribbons above the crowd, women in thigh-high boots twirling with men in open vests and nothing under

t away from an orgy," Dor

e herself, as her phone

tagged you

open

rs poured glasses for gasping patrons; a woman in a pearl corset being lifted by a man in nothing but tailore

g through a pole-dancing lesson. Grant, raising a glass in toast... with Ashton Kingsley, backlit

's jaw t

emed, was worshipping at the altar of lust and luxury-and she was wr

this place?"

booth bathed in wine-colored light. Behind them, performers circled patrons like

camera, Tease shimmer

urred, "you woul

d, setting her glass do

plicated is you putting your happiness on h

ishing yourself to protect his feelings. While h

lla e

eren't

e in that city, Ashton's club was burning bright with heat and freedom, while

d again. A new st

e. Undress your

lowing text, her reflect

not to

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