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Of course, that was the me before Zachary. I’m a new me now. One who has learned. I never thought I was a naïve person, but I guess I am. At least, I was. I won’t ever be that girl again.

Which is why I’m here. And why I’m going to have an amazing night with a random guy I’ll never see again. I’m a single young woman. I can do whatever the hell I want, when I want. For once, I’m going to enjoy my life, because if my future being shattered right in front of my face taught me anything, it’s that I haven’t had enough fun. At least I have the decency and respect to do it while single and not while engaged.

The same can’t be said about Zach. Being in a relationship didn’t stop him from doing what and who he wanted.

Seems I was the only person in love in our relationship, considering there was a video of him railing some girl named Priscilla in his penthouse. How sweet of him to bring her there, when I, myself, had only been there once. It was also sweet of him to call out her name as he came all over her face for the entire world.

I’m grateful I found out, but it hurts.

I’d changed a lot of things for him and planned an entire future.

He said he didn’t like the fact I still lived with my father. How could I take care of him if I couldn’t take care of myself? I moved out and got my own apartment to prove I could. Sure, my father helped, but still. It satisfied Zachary enough. Though, that may be because he didn’t know I was spending most of my time at my father’s anyway. Probably because he was too busy with Priscilla. At the time, I was eager to do what my future husband wanted. To prove I could be a good wife. Looking back? I’m embarrassed over how desperate I was.

My father has been asking about grandbabies for years, and I was so happy to give that to him. Now, thanks to Zach, I have to look at the disappointment on my father’s face every day because I gave up that stupid apartment and moved back in with my father. The only man I can trust, it seems.

“Miss?” I shake out of my thoughts, my surroundings coming back into view. In front of me is a handsome man, dressed in barely nothing. His body is perfectly toned, free of any hair, and with the kind of tan you’re born with and can’t get. “Would you like some champagne?” He moves the tray closer to me a few inches, his brow raising. They’re shaped, dark, and not too bushy. His lips are full and pink. Teeth straight and white. He’s basically a cookie-cutter hot guy.

“That would be great.” I take one. “Where can I get something stronger, though?”

“Tell me what you’d like, and I’ll have it brought over to you.”

“Vodka on the rocks, please.”

“Certainly.”

I sip the champagne as I look around, deciding where I want to sit. By the size of the crowd, it seems I’d spaced out longer than I thought. I swear there were only half these people here when I’d looked around last time.

Thankfully, no one seems to notice I was lost in space. I have no idea what to do at something like this. I’ve never even been to a regular club, never mind one like this.

There are quite a few men standing in the shadows, looking around and sipping from glasses. The women are mostly gathered in small groups, laughing, having fun, and preparing for a great night.

It’s not that I’m not having a good time, I just need more alcohol to calm my nerves before I mingle.

I can’t focus. My excitement and nerves are working together to create a dizzying mix of adrenaline.

This is supposed to be fun. An experience. It’s hard to get into one of these things. Their application and screening process is insane. I was sure I wouldn’t make it, so when I got the invitation, I’d stared at it for twenty minutes straight, sure it was a joke. I’d told myself I absolutely couldn’t go through with it. Yet, here I am.

I take a seat in a lounge chair along the wall of the main room and watch other people interact while I wait for my drink.

The club is elegant, expensive, and stylish. Everything I’d expect it to be, considering what we are here for. Rich men paying for a night with a random woman. The money goes to charity, but it’s still a requirement. This is by far the craziest thing I’ve ever done and will stay at the tippity-top of that list because I can’t handle going through this again.

My nerves are overloaded, and if I make it through the night without fainting, I’ll consider it a win. Even if the sex is bad.

I just hope it isn’t.

Please make this night worth the anxiety and all the effort I put into it.

I even went shopping for a new dress and I hate shopping. I know, not normal, right? What woman hates shopping? Me. That’s who.

“Vodka on the rocks.” I glance up to see the cute waiter.

“Thank you.” I take the glass with a smile.

“Please let me know if there is anything else you need.” He winks and walks away.

I bring the glass to my lips and take a small sip as I watch him go. He ends up back at the bar to grab a tray full of champagne flutes and makes his way through to the crowd. He spots me staring as he goes, and I don’t pull my gaze away. I bring the glass to my lips and take another sip. He smirks and looks away.

Well, if nothing works out with the man I get paired up with tonight, at least there’s a cute waiter with a hot body who seems interested. I wonder if they make out at these things too? They must. I mean, look at them. Though, it’s hard to decide which I like more—the half-naked models or the powerful men in expensive suits.