I don’t know whether the roaring was in my head or from his throat, but it felt like I had gone mad.
Louisa was gorgeous and pouty with jet black hair down past her waist. She was ‘imported’ from Romania, but her boyfriend who was also the club owner said she was first generation Italian because that was better for his reputation. She stood every night in the corner of the club sipping rum and coke, dressed in satin blacks and high …
- Page 2 of 2