Forbidden Tales (A Collection of Short Stories )
I was on my eighth shot, downing burning alcohol down my throat, repeatedly adjusting my boobs so my cleavage could pop in this bandage dress while my eyes searched for the perfect candidate.
I was on my ninth shot when I noticed them.
Three men at a table, exuding wealth, power, and class.
I narrow my eyes on the first man, and a deep familiar feeling crawls into the pit of my stomach. Dressed in a white undershirt and a coffee brown suit that made his golden brown eyes pop under the light, with a tattooed hand that made me wonder if he had his whole arm inked. When those brown eyes meet mine, my breath hitches in my throat.