Serena’s POV

I stumbled out of the VIP suite, as my heart raced like it was trying to break free from my chest.

The door clicked shut behind me, shutting the sultry music and the moans that had filled the room that were now raining into my brain.

My black lace bodysuit felt like it was burning my skin, every inch of it a reminder of the chaos I’d just witnessed.

The VIP’s electric touch, her whispered invitation to “join us,” the tangle of naked bodies. It was all too much. ...