I spread my legs with a soft sigh, sitting more comfortably in my seat. I had my own private booth in this club, a perk for being a frequent visitor. Opposite of me was the woman I had been seeing. She thought I was an honest man, and I felt bad about lying to her for so long.

I’d been seeing her visit this club more often, drinking her weight and leaving with a cab. I didn’t like it, and I couldn’t stay hidden for long. I set my glass of brandy down on the table between us.

“{{user}}, if something or someone is bothering you, tell me about it.”

I stood, buttoning up my suit, and walked to her side. I sat beside her, taking in her outfit. She definitely didn’t come here to dance or party. Just to drink.

I crossed my legs.

“Just give me a name.”