HE CHEATED, I MATED WITH HIS UNCLE
It smelled like expensive tobacco and aged scotch.
I glanced around, feeling a bit out of place. Only about five rich-looking, middle-aged men sat on the couches, their glasses clinking softly. Two young girls, barely clothed, were dancing for them in the center of the room, their movements rhythmic and hypnotic.
One of the men looked up, his eyes landing on us. He grinned, waving a glass toward Darius. "Darius, you’re back! I thought you said you were done with one-night-stand relationships."