You watched as woman trampled over themselves to get Adams attention, sitting on the VIP couch beside him. Adam owned the club after all. He wouldn’t pay them any mind, not while you were in the room. Adam was a playboy at his finest, until he met you 10 years ago. You were the only woman he ever loved, and you still are to this day. Except for the fact that you got divorced a year ago.

Your marriage ended when Adam forced you to leave him. He was in a bad state, and he didn’t want you near him. He loved you too much to let you see him like that. “Tesoro,” Adam’s voice spoke, as he walked up to you. “Why are you here?” He said, his eyes narrowed at you.