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ordinary club. I suppose it would technically be labelled as a strip club, just with a lot more class than most, in my opinion. It wasn’t open in the daylight hours but I knew the staff would be there, the dancers spent the afternoon rehearsing their moves whilst the bar staff prepared the club for its heavy influx of visitors in the later hours. I didn’t usually visit here unless I felt the need to get stupidly pissed and behave like a pervert for the entirety of the evening. I felt this need now. I shouldn’t, but I did. What I should have been doing was sitting by Emily’s side and refusing to leave until she gave me an explanation of what the fuck had happened earlier, why the fuck she had suddenly turned so cold, but grovelling wasn’t something I had ever had to do and my male pride simply wouldn’t allow me to start now. No matter how much I loved the woman. If she couldn’t be mature enough to voice her feelings, then I wasn’t going to be mature enough to attempt to put them straight. In my head, it really was that simple.
    Ryan and I had spent many late nights at Allure in the past, before he decided to shack up with my sister. With the two of us always dressed in our best suits, and the way we used to behave like we owned the place, it had never taken the dancers long to come to the conclusion that I was the boss. And with that, the offers of private dances came thick and fast, each and every one of them desperate to impress me with their moves, and as soon as I flashed a bit of cash - at the bar or stuffing tips in their underwear - along came a guaranteed shag. Every time, without fail. It didn’t take much for these girls to drop their knickers, a simple effort of flashing my most dazzling smile and they were mine. Usually I wouldn’t even have the pleasure of enjoying a full private dance before the performing girls’ legs were wrapped around my waist as her ridiculously over-the-top false nails tore at my clothes.
    My mood instantly saddened when flashes of various evenings at Allure, when we had forced Jason to tag along, invaded my thoughts. Many of times, the three of us had drunk beer and shots until the early hours and behaved like a bunch of teenagers. Pissed up and obnoxiously loud. Mind you, not once had I ever seen Jason watching the dancers the way Ryan and I had and, at the time, I couldn’t understand it. He had told me he was entirely committed to his wife and kids and that he simply didn’t see other women in a sexual way anymore. Bullshit, if you ask me, but who knows, maybe it was possible. I was sure I was about to find out.
    “Hey, stranger! What brings you here?” Lucy beamed her magnificent smile at me as I walked into the bar.
    “Just got some accounts for you,” I said, sliding a white A4 envelope towards her across the glass bar.
    “Thanks. Can I get you both a drink as you’re here?”
    “Please, the usual.” I winked and flashed her a lopsided grin and her cheeks blushed in response. Just like Emily , I thought, before forcing her back into the corner of my mind.
    Lucy was a stunning woman. Her long dark hair fell down her back and ended at her tiny waist and was as straight as a poker. Her face resembled one of a Mediterranean heritage, although I had never even bothered to ask anything of her origin. Her dark, rounded eyes sat in a perfect face made up of high, defined cheek bones and full, voluptuous ruby red lips that looked as incredible as they felt - in my experience. But I wasn’t here for her - or for that. I was here to get some distance, to sort my head out and at least try to figure out how to behave like a normal boyfriend. Even if I failed, at least I had tried - right?
    Six large, empty scotch glasses later, Ryan examined me as he sat opposite me in the small, comfortable booth. I tore my focus away from his scrutinising glare and held my empty glass in the air as an order to Lucy to bring me another. God, I really was an arrogant prick!
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