Page 81 of The Marriage Policy

Does she know we’re sleeping together? Ant and Hayes do, of course, but is Eric talking to her about me too?

“Abso-fucking-lutely,” Eric tosses back.

The two of them laugh, and though there’s a small twitch of jealousy in my chest, I’m glad they’re so close. Eric needs more people in his life who are good to him, and there’s no doubt that Ana is that.

“I think you two are going to be trouble together,” I say honestly.

“I think you’re right.” Eric grins, and our little throuple makes its way toward the line.

“Hey. I’m Donovan Carter,” I tell the bouncer. “Anthony Damiani said to give you my name.”

The guy smiles. “Come with me.” There’s a chorus ofwhat the fucksbehind us as he takes us over to the bouncer at the door. “They’re with Ant.”

The huge, muscled guy doesn’t speak, just signals for us to go in.

Pop music assaults us the second we get inside. Lush is packed, and I have a feeling it’ll be a while before anyone else can get in.

“Anthony has a lot of pull around here!” Eric says in my ear.

“Yeah, I think he’s tight with the owner or something.” I have to practically yell so he can hear me.

We weave through the dancing crowd. It’s about eighty-five percent men in here. Some talking, some kissing, some rubbing up against each other. Some of the guys working are walking around in jockstraps, others in Speedo-style underwear. At the back, men are dancing on small stages, with money stuffed in their skimpy clothing.

“God, I love gay bars. I should have noticed I’m bisexual a whole lot sooner,” Eric says, and I can’t say he’s wrong. Ana snickers.

“Pretty boys everywhere,” I confirm.

“Mine is the prettiest.” He gives me what might possibly be the world’s largest smile, and I’m not sure how I don’t dissolve on the spot.

“You two are grossly cute,” Ana says. “Now can we go find the rest of our friends before I get jealous? I totally want a man.” As she speaks, a woman with buzzed hair and flawless makeup walks by. “Or a woman,” she adds.

Eric gives a mock gasp. “I had no clue.”

“She’s gorgeous. And I did some experimenting in college.”

“Didn’t we all,” I confirm, “though only with guys for me,” and we all laugh.

I continue to lead them through the club in the direction Anthony told us to go. We head straight for the stairs and take them up to the second level.

“Holy shit. I had no idea this place was so big!” Ana shouts.

“Yeah, it’s definitely the hottest club in West Hollywood!”

The second floor is just as packed as the first. The difference here is that off toward the back, there are roped-off sections with couches and a bar on a raised platform. There are two separate bar counters up here, along with poles, platforms, and dancers like they have downstairs.

I spot our friends almost immediately. Hayes and Mads are sitting on a wraparound couch while Rylan is pretending to give Hayes a lap dance.

“I think his face is going to explode,” I say, noticing how red Hayes is.

“He loves it,” Eric adds, and there’s no doubt in my mind he’s right.

“Save me!” Hayes shouts when he sees us.

“You’re here!” Rylan pushes to his feet, arms wide. “I missed you guys.” I freeze when he pulls me, Eric, and Ana into a hug.

“He’s clearly been drinking already,” Mads says, holding what looks like a glass of water.

“What? Me? Never!” Rylan pulls away and winks.

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