Irresistible

Celia

I sat in the luxurious living room, the plush cushions of the grand sofa cradling my weary body. The events of the night at the club still haunted me, and I sought solace in the steaming cup of coffee I held in my trembling hands. The scent of the rich brew filled the air, a comforting contrast to the turmoil within me.

As I took a sip, the bitterness of the coffee seemed to mirror the bitterness of my thoughts. The memory of what had transpired on that stage, the humiliation I had endured, was etched into my mind like a scar.

Something was going on for sure. Something no one was willing to tell me, like why Alexander was keeping me close and why he’d let me get away with my tantrums.

Why does he pay so much attention to me, unlike the other girls who work at the club?

Alexander had abandoned me in his club, and though he tried to make amends, my words about needing to be alone might have struck a chord in him.

I wanted to be as far away from him as possible because it was n