Chapter 32 Step-dad shouldn’t know how I taste

I stepped into the pulsating nightclub, the thumping music enveloping me like a warm hug.

I made my way to the bar, my eyes scanning the crowded room. One air was thick with the smell of alcohol and seats.

"I want a shot of tequila!" I ordered, and the barman nodded. I bite my lips glancing at the...

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