Rashid
Swirling my drink, I lean back into my chair, my legs splayed open.
I wasn't exactly in the mood for a lap dance, but if one of the dancers wanted to come over and give me one, I wouldn't refuse it. Honestly, I didn't know what I was in the mood for at this point. My mother had severely pissed me off, and staying inside of the palace any longer was driving me up the wall.
Even though my entire family was at the other end of it, I could still feel their nagging presence. So, I headed to the only place I knew they would never find me.
I brought my glass up to my lips and sipped from it.
Up on stage was a beautiful light-skinned woman who reminded me a lot of Lyla. She moved her hips while grinding the pole in front of her. Her long brown hair whipped around her while she hooked
