LOVE AGAIN | 18+ || ✔

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Warning:- The particular chapter contains some mature and explicit words. Any particular harmful scene might trigger your brain. I do not support such scenes. I repeat. Read at your convenience.

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A A R N A

I've never regretted things In my life after taking every small and big decision. But I regret one thing. Forcing him to take me inside this sex club.
I've never visited one, and how am I supposed to?

My head feels dizzy, and I feel vomit building in my stomach, seeing all of the people here. The immense bar with strippers dancing on poles, some having their make-out sessions, I mean people? No. It looks like a cage where all of the women and men have been dumped together, almost naked and have been given the freedom to use each other's bodies however they feel to burn their lust.

There is a cocktail lounge bar on our left side, and the other has couples. Some in their nude dresses, girls in almost bikinis and some don't even care to hide their parts.
Meanwhile, men, too, are doing everything so freely.

The sex area is filled with all those dirty orgasm smells and smokiness around. They're having sex in the open, and no one cares about another as they indulge in their world. At the corner, there are some men, two men and a woman. Yuck!

I grasp his bicep even tighter not leaving him for a second. "Told you, but you don't listen to me."
The tone in his voice seems so casual as if he's been habitual to all these places.

I stare up at him, and he leads us to the cocktail lounge. He taps something on his phone and then asks the bartender.

"Can you show me the way to the VIP Section of the Sex club?"
The bartender points to the right side. My eyes widened in horror. Besides the sex area, there are stairs where the man pointed.

"I'm not going anywhere with you after this." I palm my mouth and nose while we reach the second floor.

"Gladly. Because they're doing it with their consent. No one is forcing them to do it. And no one is forcing you to watch it. You can close your eyes." He placed his palm above my eyes, and I removed it irritatingly.

"Have you ever come here before too?"
His eyes dart to me as if I've asked for his second and last kidney.

"What do you think of me? Do I look like I'm into fun flings, fuck-buddies or threesomes kind of stuff?" He asks me, his face just above mine while we take a left turn.

I shrug my shoulders, "I didn't say that. You don't need to be so blunt while speaking words. Sanjana and you both consist of foul mouths. You have no filters in your mouth. Do you guys ever think how much your habits match each other? You curse, hate the same people, love the same people, support each other and then fight too much. And what do you think of me? You are not that bad, but. . ." I make my grip tighter now and then pausing my blabbering all the way.

"Don't give me those word stoppers. But. If. I just hate them." He mutters while he looks around at the room numbers.

There's a long alley, rooms on each side of them.
The guard stops us from going further, but when my extremely sweet husband keeps some Benjamin Franklin notes in his shirt's pocket, he lets us go inside, and my eyes widen.

"You bribed him?"

"That's how things work sweetheart." He takes out his phone tapping something on it. I try to peek at the screen but he's tall. I sigh and try to place my hand around his neck and peek into his phone. He sighs but then lowers the screen for me and I gulp when he gives me a look. I return him with my pretty smile. We both trace the location on his phone.