Chapter Thirty Three: June

He pulled up in front of the club with the kind of casual confidence that made it clear he wasn’t used to waiting in lines. The neon sign above us glowed like a heat lamp, and the bass from inside pulsed faintly through the pavement.

“I think drinking will help you heat up,” he said with a teasing glance as he handed his keys to the valet.

I rolled my eyes and gave him back his jacket. “Try not to lose this one.”

The club wasn’t the kind of place you'd stumble upon by accident. It was high-end—sleek black walls, golden lighting, and a velvet rope crowd that smelled like money and secrets. Definitely not a dive bar. I guess Cam didn’t do cheap.

Inside, everything shimmered—chandeliers dripping with crystals above, a dance floor packed with moving bodies, and tables surrounding it like little islands of glitter and ego. I sat down at one of them, crossing my legs and letting my eyes wander around the space. The music was loud but not deafening, and the air buzzed with energy.