SERENITY

The steam was still clinging to my skin, thick and smelling of lavender, as I stepped out of the walk-in shower.

I wrapped a towel around my hair and another around my body, shivering slightly as the chill of my Upper West Side apartment hit me.

I reached for my phone on the vanity. The screen lit up with a notification from Dirty Linens—the high-end escort app I’d been using to pay for this lifestyle since the divorce papers were finalized a year ago.

New Booking: 10:00 PM. Location: The Obsidian, Vault Room 4.

I sighed, leaning against the cold marble of the sink.

10:00 PM gave me exactly...