Thalia's POV

Eight o'clock in the club.

I am still open from being fucked by my boyfriend two hours ago before now.

The booze and bass is pumping adrenaline through my veins.

I know what I'm doing…I swear I do.

I'm a good girl too…I've always been, but tonight it's a bit too difficult to be it.

Not when he's looking at me like that from across the table with a glass of golden tequila held up to his lips.

He doesn't smile, he doesn't nod, he doesn't show any sign of acknowledgement ...