Chapter 71

We walk towards our glamorous billionaire hangout known for celebrities and crazily rich people after we get off the same posh shuttle bus that chauffeured us to the hotel.

He may like to be anonymous on his night off, but choosing a rich folk, high-profile hangout is ironic. I get that maybe it’s because security in these places is high, as we are all patted and scanned on arrival for concealed weapons when we get to the main entrance and all the red ropes block entry. I catch him watching me—watching the guard’s hands, more specifically, as he runs the wand over my ‘boobage’ area slower than the rest of me with intensely focused eyes on my cleavage. Alexi snarls with an accompanied growl when the man lingers too long and then gently pushes me ahead as though to tell the guy enough is enough. It’s not aggression at me, but the death glare honed on the security is very hostile as the goon seems to swallow hard rather than question the fact I am being moved out of his way.