Page 210 of Hateful Games

As soon as we’ve settled down, a hot and shirtless waiter approaches our table and with a charming smirk, says, “Hi, ladies, I’m Chris. I’ll be serving you. So, what’s your poison tonight?”

“You could be,” blurts out a tipsy Iris, who then slaps her palm over her mouth.

Bianca and I chuckle. So does Chris, and winks at an embarrassed Iris.

“We’d like a round of vodka shots. Then two sex on the beach cocktails and a gin and tonic for her, please.” I point at Bianca.

Chris smiles and disappears toward the bar.

“Man, if only Nathan were here,” I tease, poking Iris.

“Shut up. It was supposed to stay in my head.”

“Was it his abs you wanted to lick or something a little… lower?” Bianca wiggles her eyebrows.

“It was harmless flirting.”

Our hilarious conversation gets interrupted as all the lights go off and a hush silence falls over the room while every woman goes still and murmurs to each other. With a loud bang, blue lights brighten above the stage.

The tall silhouette of a man fills the stage, causing everyone to scream.

“Oh my god!” shouts Iris and Bianca toward the stage, clapping their hands.

Two more shadows appear behind the first man. Slowly, the shimmering lights brighten enough to give us a glimpse of their well-toned bodies encased in button-down shirts and fitted denim jeans.

The first beat of the music drops and they each take a step toward the edge of the stage. With each deep beat, they continue approaching until we can perfectly make out the tallest one in front of us.

Messy blond hair, cut cheekbones, and gym-hardened body. He’s exceptionally handsome and giving bad boy vibes. The music is replaced by the popular song “Pony” by Ginuwine.

Our eyes lock and he winks.

Then he rips off his shirt, buttons flying everywhere.

“Fuck,” I curse. Despite the Adonis before me giving us his attention, all I’m picturing is Nova doing the same. While I lay naked in bed, craving his body pushing me into the mattress with his weight. His deep and raspy voice whispering the filthy deeds he’s going to do to me. Commanding me. Pounding his beautiful, pierced cock into my pussy.

I blush at the fantasy.

At the same time, I berate my stupid brain and traitorous body for ruining my grand plan of losing the effect of Nova’s hard boxer’s physique, mischievous eyes, and dirty smirk.

Has my husband ruined me for all other men?

Apparently, yes.

I can’t escape him even halfway across the world.

Somewhere during the middle of the performance, our drinks arrive and we pick ours, sipping on them. Our eyes unblinking as we stay enraptured by the sensual dance happening onstage. The way these men move their bodies, the thrusting of their hips. Each item of clothing they rip off, they fucking hold you captive.

I am riveted.

The second performance is out of this world. As their name says—magical. I’ve seen clips of the couple’s water dance, but watching it live is a whole other experience. The chemistry of the pair is so electric and hot, it raises goosebumps on my skin.

“Is it wrong of me to wish I was that girl?” whispers Iris in my ear.

“Pretty sure every guest here is.”

“Why didn’t I become a dancer?” mutters Bianca longingly.

I’m about to shout again when a few minutes later, the dancing ends. However, my demand dies. My heartbeat racing when the next two male dancers drop to the floor, cruising through the crowd, and start randomly picking women.

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