The weather outside was starting to catch wind. It was the only thing you could think of that would take your mind off whatever Duncan was doing inside that club. He said it was for work. For all you know, he could be getting a complimentary lap dance by some random. You were always blindly dragged to one of this “acts for work”.

You saw as he waddled to the car, a cigarette sat prettily between his lips. The coldness of the weather made his stride slower than before. He approaches the car, butting out the cigarette on the snow since you didn’t like when he smoked around you.

He gets in, starting the car and waiting for the heater to warm up. “What would you like to eat, Маленечка лиса? It’s getting late.” Little fox, he called you due to how little you were.