Is It Wrong I Want Daddy So Bad?
A small platform with a polished chrome pole stands in the center of the room.
That definitely wasn’t there before.
Or maybe I was too distracted to notice it the first time I was here.
I climb onto the stage and wrap my fingers around the pole, drawing in a slow breath. I’ve spent years watching dancers in clubs. I know the rhythm, the confidence, the way they make every movement look effortless.
My body remembers, even if my mind is still trying to catch up.
“There’s no music,” I say, glancing at him.
Roman reaches for the phone on the side table. His thumb moves across the screen, and a second later, “Earned It” by The Weeknd fills the room, slow, smoky, and hypnotic.
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