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ROXANNE POV

Two hours later, I was sitting at the bachelorette party…groaning softly and biting my lip, trying to ignore the overly sensitivity and soreness between my thighs from Damien’s “lesson” earlier.

I couldn't even be mad, I started it. I poured fuel on the fire and then got burned, in the best way possible.

My cheeks were still warm just thinking about it, but Dahlia’s voice jolted me back into the reality of the night.

"Roxanne!" She yelled over the music, tossing back a shot. "Come on, loosen up! You’re the bride, for God’s sake!"

The bass thumped so hard I could feel it in my chest, lights flashing red and gold across the sleek, dark interior of the private club Dahlia had rented out.

And that's when I realized exactly what kind of venue we were in.

A male strip club.

Of course she would.

I shot her a look, but she just grinned wickedly, dragging me toward the stage where her friends were already screaming, laughing and tossing euros into the air while the dancers work