Chapter Three
Sutton
The Den is a gentleman’s club, which doesn’t mean there are strippers. Backroom deals and plenty of alcohol. A high-end bar for the elite of the city.
At least, there aren’t usually strippers.
I’m not sure what Hugo has in store for this bachelor party. I should have been the one planning it, but he’s my friend, and he knew that I couldn’t manage it myself. Well, I definitely couldn’t have hosted a goddamn party. I’m not even positive I’ll be able to attend it.
“Coward,” I mutter when I’m still standing on the pavement.
I should be inside the building, happy that two people I love have found their happy ending. I’m not jealous. That would be too easy. I’m despairing. I’m lonely. I’m goddamn afraid that I’m always going to be this way. There’s something inside me
