The ride home was comfortingly silent, as Venus laid sprawl against Malcolm’s well-defined thighs in the limo. She was completely exhausted but in a 'good had fun danced until she dropped' way. She would have never guessed she’d have so much fun in the very club she’d been terrified to visit a few days prior and was assaulted in by her ex-husband. The fact she had not died from mortification by some of the acts she saw at the club, was a testament to her growth in such a short period of time. Short as in less than a week, and yet it felt like she’d been with Malcolm forever. So much had happened since that fateful night. In a twisted way, her decision to take her friends’ advice to visit the club—and the subsequent disaster that ensued—was responsible for where she was now and more import
