ROMAN’S POV

A few minutes ago, I was trying to escape the clingy grip of a girl I barely knew. She had latched onto me the moment I stepped through the entrance of the club, acting like we had been close for years. In reality, I had only exchanged a couple of words with her outside before walking in. Since then, she had been glued to my side, laughing too loudly, brushing against me every chance she got, and making it painfully clear what she wanted. Money and sex. That was all. Nothing more, ...