Samantha
There were so many people in this club. It looked to be a couple of hundred. I didn’t really like the round table in the corner. There were women that were scantily clad in really short shorts of various colors and the same colors in crop tops. They were heavily made up. There were about two dozen women. All were chatting with each other and eating, except one. The one woman that I never wanted to see ever again. Heather. She was glaring at me. I couldn’t believe she was here and from what I’ve heard around the table is that she’s a club wh*re now. How the mighty have fallen. I picked up my glass of wine, and I couldn’t help before the rim of my glass touched my lips, giving her a little smirk. Oh, how her eyes blazed.
I wasn’t some shrinking violet. She knows this, I
