The moment Naomi's eyes met his, she was toast. Burnt toast. The kind that sets off the smoke alarm and has the neighbors wondering what fresh hell you've gotten yourself into this time.
He was a kingpin, a power player in a world hidden beneath the...
"Thank God I never settled, this view is so much better,
I'm chilling, I'm winning, like on another level."
Ciara - Level Up
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CONTENT WARNING ⚠
In case you skipped the 'Before you read' section: This book contains explicit content and dark themes typical of dark romance, such as power dynamics, intense sexual situations, violence, and much more. Recommended for readers 18+. Enjoy LOL!
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Oh god, kill me now.
This club is a neon-drenched nightmare, throbbing like a wound and bleeding sound into the night. And guess who's stuck in the corner of this hot mess express? Yours truly, that's who.
I should be home, buried under textbooks, working towards my future. But no, here I am, because Zinnia begged, and I caved. Story of my life. Always put others before myself, even when it means suffering through this hellscape.
But Zinnia's excitement was contagious, and I couldn't bear to disappoint her. Sometimes it's exactly what I need, but tonight... I'm not so sure.
Here I am, a reluctant witness to the sea of humanity losing their minds over drinks that cost more than a small country's GDP. I swear to God, I can feel my life draining away, one agonizing minute at a time.
The music is so deafeningly loud, that my organs are vibrating like a purring cat. I'm pretty sure this isn't what the doctor meant by 'stimulating' circulation. I wince as the DJ drops another bass-heavy track, wondering if I'll need a hearing aid by the end of the night.
There's glitter everywhere like a goddamn unicorn exploded. I brush a few sparkling flecks off my arm, grimacing. And the air? The air reeks of sweat, spilled drinks, and what I can only hope is really strong cologne, because the alternative is unthinkable. I wrinkle my nose, glancing around. Seriously, did someone bathe in that shit?
