Thirteen
All Or Nothing
“This girl… she has changed you, has she not?” Zahir asks right before we get our drinks at Westside House, a Chelsea hotspot that hired his brother, Asir to DJ tonight.
The question is so pointed, I’m glad when the bottle service girl shows up in a glittery bodycon dress.
But Zahir continues to watch me, not the busty girl serving our drinks, even though she does everything but shove her barely contained breasts in my face as she places a standing ice bucket with a couple of bottles of Dom next to the table for us. She then showily pops the cork, giggling in a way I don’t think Amber could replicate if you gave her step-by-step instructions, and pours a glass out for each of us. My first, but I’d bet my next couple of paychecks that Zahir will make his one gla
