areer was still in its early stages, which meant a lot of writing and not a l

The air was thick with perfume and excitement. Women were cheering, laughing, and

led over the music, pointing at a dancer who

and charisma, caught my eye and gave a theatrical wink directly into my camera. It was

us muscle. I tapped the familiar name

o sent i

I muttered, frantically trying to find the 'unsend' button. But t

ng myself as a prudish observer dragged against her will to this den

ka

, workaholic husband didn't care what I did, as long as it didn'

d mood restored. "Another r

to the crowd by a guy who introduced himself as Mark. He was cute, with friendly eyes and an easy laugh. We danced for a while,

said, my head thrown back, when

am. Standing there lik

silent, the thumping music fading into a dull roar in my ears. He

e motion, his eyes never leaving mine. I

lking, oblivious. "You okay? You

ome, very rich, and

unnerving grace, people parting for him as if they sensed his import

, or maybe it was just his powerful presence dwarfing everyone e

ancy seeing you here! But my throat was dry, and no words came out. I was caught

nse, a silent interro

a low, calm rumble that cu

ing

t of something I had never seen before. It wasn't

njoy the 'decadent' lifestyle," he added, a s

e had know