Chapter OneFabiola's POV"Nice ass," he grinned, showing a gold tooth as his hand brushed my hip, nearly touching my butt. This time, he didn't pretend it was an accident. I glared at him. He smirked. My hands trembled uncontrollably. I took a deep breath.Music burst through the speakers like a broken dam, and lights pulsed in every color. The air was thick with the scents of perfume, sweat, and alcohol. It was a normal day at the club—a normal day with asshole male customers.“Are you crazy?” I hissed."Come on, sweetheart, don't be shy," he drawled, his fingers tapping the table like a countdown. Oh gosh, if my eyes were guns, he’d be dead.He chuckled. He stretched his hand toward my face. “Don’t be—” I slapped his hand away. He began to laugh.I grabbed the tray off the table and immediately walked away.I ground my teeth. On the inside, I was an erupting volcano. I promised myself that I would defend myself the next time. But here I was being a coward. I let out a deep breath.
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