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e keys to Chloe's cherry-red Fe
ite-a three-story cathedral of dark glass, velvet, and acou
the scent-neutralizing air curtains overhead bru
bterranean sound system vibr
e a discreet
remier sunken lounge right in the center of the main dance floo
Brignac," I told the wide-eyed host, "
tall, broad-shouldered, and outrageously handsome, their dark trousers tailored close to lean hips and powerful thighs.
f steady eye contact that made every word feel intimate. Their scents were chemically modulated to sa
ve cigarettes, and treated me like an emp
crossing one bare leg over the other, and raised
in the privat
Hurle
or of Scent Club smelled of expens
mber liquid in my glass while Erwin Hart and half a dozen heirs f
t the suffocating tightness in
yleen's cold, mocking smile as she h
t, I told myself, swirl
ned Omega had no cu
ly, no fortune,
ight now, weeping into her pillow and preparin
into the pot with a smirk. "Word on the street is your
oldly, not looking up. "A useless
like that was lucky to breathe your air for three years. I give her fort
four," I sneered, takin
e titanium smartphone on the marble
uzz. Bu
son notifications from the
p the phon
filled the screen, followed by a Scent Club c
rd ending in 8888 charged $450
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ions had crossed t
oulder, catching the fi
"Who has your master card? Is someone
ne until the reinforced glass crea
le
ter card I had comple
ne back onto the table with a sharp clatter. "She thinks
an," another heir chuckled. "She's ca
hand, the heavy double doors of
rt collar damp with sweat, looking around the
trusion, sir," the manager s
sked, irritated b
llowed hard. "A VIP guest just booked the entire central arena, opened twenty bott
whistle, standing up
the house Alphas? Now th
d the private observation balcony that loo
rest in commo
, cold knot pulled a
hird-floor mezzanine, looking down into
g toward the central glass arena, their v
" Erwin muttered, his pupils dilating. "Wh
e to the center of
lpha hosts, a woman was reclin
lawless, alabaster curve of her spine, trailing down to a
er shoulders in loose waves,
mesh choker gleame
one slender hand, laughing with an effortless, ar
er something to the blond Alpha b
ac
tered, sending sharp shards of glass and golden
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