It was a Sunday. I was on the stage of the nightclub dressed as Scarlet. I was dancing for an elite men-only club. They were seven in number and unfortunately for me, Arsen was one of them.
I could feel his eyes on me even when I turned my back on him. Knowing he was watching my every move made me uncomfortable.
I danced around the pole and looked up. My eyes landed on his and he held eye contact for a moment before I broke it.
A few hours later I was still dancing. But this time, it was only one person left in the private room. It was the last person I would have expected to be staying behind.
Arsen Vasilakis.
He had paid me extra cash to dance for him for another hour and I silently wondered why he didn’t just go home as the rest had done a few minutes ago.
I took a glance at hi
