Lucy adjusted the ridiculous costume, glitter on her arms, her heart pounding so loudly she could barely breathe. A bouncer shoved her gently toward the velvet curtain.
"Client's waiting. No drama. You get paid to smile, not scream." She stepped in… then stopped.
Sitting on the plush lounge chair, legs crossed, gold rings on his fingers, and his shirt half-unbuttoned… was Celeb
Of all people.
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He looked up lazily from his drink… then froze.
"Lucy?" Her face drained of color. "You've got to be kidding me."
He tilted his head, smirking. "Wow. I knew you liked drama, but this? This is low-budget even for you." Lucy swallowed hard, unable to move.
"You here for fun or blackmail?" Celeb asked, swirling his drink. "Because you know I like my women twisted, but this... this is something else."
"Shut up," Lucy hissed, her shame boiling to the surface.
"What happened, Lucy?" he said softly now, with a mockery of concern. "Ethan finally threw you out? Where is our son?"
