Chapter 36

RULE #15: THE BEST PLACE TO BEG IS ON YOUR KNEES.

Musa

What a waste of time.

I own a fucking sex club, and I spend my Friday night hiding in the office instead of mingling with members. I actually thought I could find someone here to fuck my depression away with, but I couldn't even muster the desire to look a woman in the eye.

Instead, I'm mindlessly watching the cameras, sipping on my whisky, when Thuli walks in.

"Oh," she says, freezing in the doorway. "I didn't know you were here."

She looks strangely flustered, and I narrow my eyes at her. What has she been up to? No use in asking, though. Thuli never divulges her stories the way the rest of us do. In fact, she's a mostly closed book, and if she's ever met anyone or done anything, there's not a single member of our group who would know about it.

"Don't mind me," I reply. "I'm just moping."

A sympathetic expression crosses her face. Then she walks in and closes the door behind her, muffling the music thumping in the main room.

"Lucky filled us all in last night when you didn't show up for drinks."

I nod into my glass. I was having drinks… I was just having them alone.

"You must think I'm pathetic."

She rests her hip against the desk and stares down at me. "You know what… this is the first time I've ever seen you look so pathetic."

My brow furrows as I pick up my head. "Well… thanks."

"I mean it. In the ten years I've known you, I've never seen you get this bothered by a woman."

"A first time for everything," I joke, holding up my glass.