Chapter 43

• CURTIS
• The heavy bass of the music shook the floor, vibrating up my legs as I stepped into the dimly lit club. The air was thick with the scent of alcohol, sweat, and expensive cologne—an overwhelming mix that made my nose twitch in distaste. Multicolored lights flickered and pulsed in rhythm with the music, casting erratic shadows across the dance floor where bodies moved in sync.
• Clubbing wasn't exactly my idea for unwinding or celebrations. But Clint had insisted on this place, claiming it had the “right atmosphere” for us to celebrate the progress of the Penthouse Project our partnership brought to life.