"You cheated." I say with a disgruntled huff that Mr. Nasty Nipples ignores. I inhale slowly and gain control of my unfulfilled body.

Curious eyes follow us. Damian takes in everything with a sweeping gaze but for the most part ignores the patrons. The entire club is lavish and even smells delicious-leather, wood oil, and sex-nothing like the Mediterranean. Everything looks new, expensive, and clean. The lighting is perfect and the music in the background subtle with a heavy ...