—•MEGAN•—

The bass from the club thrums in my bones, but the sting in my heart is louder.

I drain the last of my drink, letting the burn settle into something like courage.

Beside me, a handsome stranger lounges against the bar, the strobe lights catching in his dark blue eyes.

I rise from my chair and step closer to him, close enough that my lips brush the shell of his ear just so he can hear me over the music.

“Will you fuck me for a thousand dollars?” I ask.

He just stares at me at first, his eyes widening slightly.

Then he lifts his champagne glass to his...