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Song- Who Do You Want? Ex Habit

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Mikhail’s handrests protectively on my back as we navigate the dimly lit, smoky club, the bass vibrating through the floor. It’s fascinating. The bar area just seems like an extravagant resting place for rich guys. I guess the naughty side goes on behind these doors.

“Does our room lock?” I ask as we continue down the hall.

“Yes, baby.”

There’s a gold door coming up to my left. When we approach, I stop and turn to face Miki.

“What’s in there?” I ask, placing my hand on the gold metal handle.

Miki flicks his eyes up to the sign and I follow his line of sight.

Public viewing.

Interesting.

I’m intrigued. I’ve never even thought about coming to a place like this.

“Can we?” I arch my brow.

He shrugs, his shoulders bunching, but his grip on my hand remains firm.

“Sure. I’d rather go to our private room, though.”

Miki swipes his card on the reader and I push open the door. I hesitate as the moans and grunts fill my ears. Straightening my spine, I step in and squeeze Miki’s hand. There’s lots of couples. As I scan the room, most of them are getting off on couches in front of the gallery area.

My gaze lands on the viewing area, like a staged dungeon. Bed in the middle, an X cross. Chains everywhere. A woman’s screams rip through the room and I step back to be closer to Miki.

I’m not sure this is my thing. I’m a one man kinda girl.

It almost feels wrong watching someone else.

As I look at the couple, wait, there’s two guys and I can see the ass of a woman. Kind of. She’s being fucked from behind by the lanky guy and then I think sucking the dark haired one’s dick.

He tugs her head dark back and the lanky one pulls out. She sits naked on the edge of the bed and looks over in my direction.

Well, not mine. She has her eyes on my husband.

It’s fucking Zoya.

She holds up a finger to him and motions for him to join.

He stiffens behind me and holds me closer, wrapping his arms tight around my waist. I don’t know whether to laugh or be furious. Both. I hate this woman with every bone in my body.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” he hisses.

I need to leave.

I turn to face Miki. He’s looking at me, not her, thank fuck. I might have lost it.

“You wanna go join her, hubby?” I say sarcastically, sliding my hands up his black shirt.

He shakes his head, the vein popping on his temple. Oh, he’s pissed.

“You better not be jealous of her being Eiffel Towered over there,” I whisper aggressively.

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