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I laugh and stand, giving him a little spin to show off my sleek black dress. My hair is down in long, beach waves, and my makeup is natural but classy.

Walking to him, I put a little extra sway in my step. “Behave,” I purr, fixing his tie.

“Impossible when my wife is the sexiest woman alive,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to him. I bite my lower lip as I feel his hard cock grind against my belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” I shrug, acting as if it’s not a big deal.

“Kimmy,” he says in a warning tone. “I know you better than anyone else in this world. Don’t lie to me.”

I sigh. “Fine. My belly is in knots. I’m both excited but also fucking terrified.” I groan, placing my forehead in the middle of his chest.

“If this isn’t something you want to do, then don’t. I just wanted you to know I’m here to support anything you want in life. You deserve the world and I’ll give you as much of it that I can.”

“I fucking love you, you know that?” I tell him, lifting my head to look at him. I still can't believe that after years of being in love with my best friend, he’s mine for the rest of my life.

He grins. “And I fucking love you too. And who knows, maybe you will love fucking a woman.”

“Really?” I raise a brow. “So corny.”

“And you love it.”

“Always.” I laugh.

“Well then, Mrs. Ward. I think it’s time we get going.”

“Okay.” I nod, taking a deep breath.

Grabbing my phone and clutch, I follow him down to the town car.

I’m not sure how this night is going to end, but god, I pray it’s not a disaster.

Chapter 8

Cora

Istare up at the old abandoned warehouse and frown. You have got to be kidding me.

“Miss?” The driver, Tom, says. “Are you alright?”

“Ah, yeah.” I clear my throat. “Look, I don’t mean to sound crazy, but is this legit? They’re not going to kidnap me and harvest my organs, are they? And if so, do I at least get a cut of the profits?” I’m nervously rambling right now and I feel like I’m going to pass out.

His lip twitches in amusement. “No,” he tells me. “It might look off putting, but I can assure you the inside is what matters.”

“Okay.” I nod, taking a deep breath and letting it out. “I’m good now.”

“If you follow me, I’m required to escort you inside, where I’ll safely hand you off to one of the workers.”

Nodding, I follow after him, my eyes darting around as I take everything in.

The past few days have been crazy. After packing up what I could fit in a few suitcases, I left my crappy apartment and flew back to Detroit.

As grateful as I am that the club paid for my flight to do the in person interview, I had to pay for my motel. And seeing how my bank account isn’t sitting pretty, I’ve had to opt for a not so nice motel.

But after this weekend, that won’t be an issue. I’ll have money to start over and put a good chunk into paying off the debt.

I’m taking back my life that my father stole from me. I’m done living for others. Tonight, I start living for myself. Everything I do will be because I want to, not because someone else makes me, or guilts me into it.

When we get inside, we’re greeted by music. It’s faint but as we walk towards a set of elevators, the sound increases.

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