Alyssa

When we step inside the clubhouse, I'm hit with a wave of testosterone and tension so thick, I almost choke on it. Two massive men stand at the door, their muscles bulging like they either live at the gym or spend their days breaking bones. Thankfully, they barely acknowledge me as we walk by, though I can feel their eyes lingering on my back.

The clubhouse is bigger than I imagined. To my right, there's a lounge area with sleek red couches; ahead, a bar lined with bottles ...