Mabel
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“It’s time for the show.” The man’s voice echoed in my skull.
My mind ran fast, thinking of what scenario could happen at a s****l party. I mean in restaurants that had this food show with fire and such.
Were they going to bathe me with alcohol?
Another man stepped out from only Heaven knows where. He was dressed in trousers, his abdomen completely exposed. My eyes lingered on his chiseled abdomen, tracing every contour and ridge.
Sammy stared, his eyes glinting with amusement. Unlike me who loved carefully planned situations, Sammy was the opposite; he thrived in chaos.
The shirtless man rounded the counter. My heart thumped louder and louder with each step he took towards me. His gaze was heavy with that primal hunger—one that I don’t think salary could buy.
It made m
