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Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

“I have a perfect cure for sore throat… cut it!”

— Alfred Hitchcock

MELODY POV

Every man filtering through the door could make a fine husband. And if I was desperate enough, I would sew my own wedding gown and tie one of them by my side right fuckin' now.

The lobby was buzzing with California Elites and the members of “high-class society”. I wasn’t surprised when Jada Pinkett Smith herself showed up, even more, when nobody seemed to be fazed by her appearance. You had to be one hell of a rich sick fuck to see Jada Pinkett and not lose your shit and start asking for selfies and whatnot.

But my focus wasn’t on women. I don’t need women and their wantons. No shades at the lesbos… But men… Yahp. Those creatures are amazing. And they smell nice too.

With the rim of the glass on my lips, I scanned the crowd stealthily while taking small sips. The wine settled in my stomach with a wave of warmth, heating my chest pleasantly as I continued my survey.

My eyes landed to my right,
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