Chapter 78: I'm Her Fiancé
Reese
The moment I stepped foot into Blizzard, I regretted every life choice that had led me here.
I literally owned a bar myself—I want it to be somewhere quiet, upscale, the kind of place where jazz plays low in the background and people actually talk instead of scream over each other.
This? This was chaos.
The bass hit my chest like a physical punch, rattling my ribs. Neon lights sliced through the darkness in jagged, epileptic patterns, painting the writhing bodies on the dance floor in garish flashes of pink, blue, and electric green. Sweat, cheap perfume, spilled alcohol, and everything filthy hung thick in the air. People ground against one another like animals in heat, hands roaming, hips rolling, inhibitions dissolved in whatever poison they’d po
