Page 56 of Cause of Action

“And you did. I will always love you for that.”

I heard a knock at the door.

“I have to go. Roman is here. I’ll call you in a couple of days.”

Roman’s eyes scanned me from head to toe when I opened the door.

“Damn.” He stepped inside.

“How do I look?” I twirled around.

“Like a fuckable prostitute.” A smile crossed his lips. “You’re keeping that wig and outfit on when we come back later. And I can’t make any promises that you won’t be able to walk normally for the next week.”

“You’re a pervert.”

“I know, but something tells me you like that I am.”

I grabbed my clutch from the table. “Let’s go and get this over with.”

Ollie dropped us around the corner of the club. You had to enter a building, go down a dark hallway of stairs, and knock on the large wooden door to get there. A tall, muscular man opened it and stared at me, gesturing us to step inside. My eyes scanned the place as each step I took felt sticky—likely from spilled drinks or other bodily fluids. As I moved through the crowd, bodies brushed against me, some aroused, others cold and clammy, as if they were nervous and having second thoughts.

People were everywhere—some completely naked while others were half-dressed, walking around with whips and feathers. A woman walked over, only wearing nipple covers, and ran her finger down Roman’s chest.

“Hi, handsome. I’ve never seen you in here before.”

“First time.” He grinned.

I wouldn’t lie and say I wasn’t a little bit jealous. The fact that she touched him made me uneasy.

“You’re very sexy.” The woman turned and eyed me. “There’s an available room in the back if you two are interested in having some fun together.”

“You mean the three of us?” Roman asked.

“You bet.” The woman grinned.

“Well—”

“We’re not interested right now,” I said, grabbing Roman’s arm and pulling him away. “Seriously?” I cocked my head.

“I would never.” A smirk crossed his lips.

“I don’t believe you. Let’s go get a drink at the bar.”

“What can I get you?” The bartender smiled at me.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic—light on the tonic.”

“And for you, sir?”

“Scotch on the rocks. Make it a double,” Roman said.

Pulling my phone from my purse, I brought up the screenshots of Grace I took from her Instagram page.

“Have you seen this woman before?” I asked, holding my phone in front of the bartender.

“Yeah, I have. She used to come in here every Monday and Wednesday night.” He looked around the club. “With that guy right over there.” He pointed to Gregory. “I haven’t seen her in forever. She doesn’t come in anymore.”

“That’s because she’s dead,” I said.

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