You're on the dance floor with your peers, swaying your hips to the side while holding a champagne glass in your right hand—all of a sudden, strong hands snake around your waist

"Looking good tonight, my favorite doll"

It was your fling, Oliver; he had a signature smirk on while his eyes scanned up and down your body; you could smell his strong expensive perfume as he approached closer

"You looked stunning in my bed tonight."

Oliver murmurs behind your ear his breath tickling your ear