Strip, Miss Hot Bodyguard!
It didn’t dull the anger, but it helped.
I was on my third glass when a familiar voice cut through the noise.
“Rhea? No fucking way.”
I turned to see Jade Monroe, one of my old casual hookups from before this whole Kai nightmare started.
Jade was dressed even wilder than usual, a tiny red metallic top that barely covered her nipples, a black micro skirt that rode up with every step, fishnet stockings, and sky high heels.
Her dark hair was wild, makeup bold, and she moved like she owned the entire club.
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