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As of right now, he was at a club in Downtown Dallas where he was surrounded by a booth of beautiful ladies.

Decision made, I headed for that club.

I didn’t stop to think as I parked in an alley that was probably going to come back to bite me in the ass later. I also didn’t think as I shucked my dress up higher, allowing my legs—thick as fuck and tanned to perfection thanks to the spring spent in my grandma’s garden—to shine.

My entire body was a little more full than what was otherwise generally accepted by normal society.

Honestly, I loved my body. It was thick in all the right places. Not too thick, but not skinny as fuck, either. I had tits and ass. Hips and thighs. But I could also do all the things that I wanted to do comfortably—like go hiking and run a half marathon if I truly felt like I wanted to.

“Rawr,” a man I passed in line said. “Hot damn.”

I ignored him, continuing to walk right up to the front of the line.

Once there, I stopped in front of the bouncer and smiled before handing him my ID.

I’d never done this before.

I prayed that he wouldn’t send me away.

And, my luck held, because he grinned, lifted up the velvet rope, and gestured me inside. “No need for the ID, darlin’.”

I hoped that meant I looked old enough and not that he was a creepy fuck who let women inside regardless of their age.

But, since I was on a mission, I didn’t do anything but smile as I moved past him, tucking my ID back into my bra where I’d had it.

There truly wasn’t very much room for identification or cards of any kind in a dress like the one I was wearing—a dress Keda forced me into.

And, since I didn’t have my purse, I’d only had one recourse, tucking the cards in a place that wouldn’t get lost.

Hence the bra.

A bra I couldn’t wait to strip out of.

But I had things to do first.

People to fuck up.

Walking toward the bar, I grabbed the biggest, darkest drink I could find, and then started toward VIP.

This would be tougher.

I was sure there was a list of who could and couldn’t get up there tonight.

But I had an ace in the hole.

My uncle had done the construction here, and I’d come to help him one summer when I’d been between high school and college.

Meaning, I knew of an alternate entrance, and I would be using it.

It was one that the staff used, and today, I was going to play like I was confident as fuck and waltz right through it.

The entrance was exactly where I’d last seen it, and blissfully unguarded and unoccupied.

When I got to the top of the stairs I pushed right through the door and came out at the top, right at the back of the room.

I spotted the douchebag instantly.

He was surrounded by people.