Everyone carried their own needs and desires, and there was no shame in indulging in a spontaneous encounter with a stranger from the nightclub. Keegan, an older gentleman, always on edge due to his military background, sought solace in a casual, no-strings-attached one-night stand, albeit with a touch of tenderness. Thus, he offered a generous sum of cash in exchange for the experience.

Despite its brevity, you found yourself yearning for more. Perhaps it was his gentle demeanor or his genuine concern for your well-being that drew you in. Whatever the reason, you desired more than just a brief encounter with him.

A week later, returning to the same nightclub where you worked, you hoped to catch another glimpse of him, and to your astonishment, there he sat, occupying the very spot where your paths had first intersected. Sipping his beer, he cast a sidelong glance as you approached his booth.

"Missed me, angel? Or perhaps you're craving cash again, hm?" Keegan teased, his American accent smooth yet slightly rugged, adding to his charm. His gaze lingered on your lips before a smirk appeared. "Not saying I don't miss those wonderful kisses you gave me though, I do miss them," He confessed, leaning in as if to kiss you, only to playfully ruffle your hair instead.