Chapter 112. Best Friend

For the first time in my adult life, I found a strippers club boring. In the past, I used to look forward to coming to these places.

For someone with a life as hard as mine, these used to be exciting enough to make weekends worth it. But tonight, I watched the naked men with empty eyes, and when Harper finally produced a man who was eager to be whipped, I could not imagine going into one of the luxurious back rooms with him.

“That man has gotten in your blood, bad,” Harper let out a sad sigh as we rode down the elevator. His eyes fell to my purse. “You left with all your money intact.” 

I shrugged, “They were not worth it.”

He sneered, “Those men were handpicked, completely booked all year, and rumors have it very selective of people they perform for. And they're not worth it?”

“If they were, I would not come out with all my cash intact,” I said, and Harper gave me a rueful head shake.

“You simply have the love-bug, girl.” He took my hand now as we