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“Oh!” I blurted out, leaning between the seats. “Mind turning on the radio,” I offered my best smile and even though reluctant, Koren nodded and did as he was told.

Don’t Stop The Music by Rihanna blared through the speakers and Silvia and I couldn’t resist giving the guys a show—horrible voices and all. Surprisingly, the drive was shorter than I remembered. Both men opened the doors for us and I rounded the car, hooking my arm with hers.

Being back here felt like… home. Odd thing to say since it was a strip club, but I didn’t care. I’d met the most amazing people here, and most importantly, my best friend.

We practically squealed as we headed to the entrance, the sidewalk vibrating with the sound of music. Two guys and one girl stumbled out laughing, and I immediately stopped, taking Silvia by surprise.

I turned to see both men leaning against the car Koren with his arms folded across his chest— and Kiryl with both hands in the pockets of his black cargo pants.

“You’re not coming?” I asked and Kiryl shook his head.

“No ma’am.”

Silvia chuckled. “Damn. You were up there for like five minutes, how good are your blowjobs?”

My eyes widened and I hit her arm in disbelief. “Silvia!”

She hooked her arm with mine, laughing, as she pulled me inside.

The atmosphere was just like I remembered it. Strobe lights, the scent of expensive cologne, alcohol, and cigar smoke. Silvia was already dancing to the music as we pushed through the crowd, heading over to the bar.

We didn’t recognise the three new bartenders, or even the dancers that were currently performing.

“Two martinis, please,” Silvia said as we settled on the bar stools, and the blond bartender smiled and nodded, disappearing.

“It feels so…”

“Strange?” I finished her sentence and she nodded. “Do you think Marco still runs this place?” I leaned over to ask over the music and she shrugged.

“I hope so.”

The bartender placed our drinks down and we thanked him, still blown away by the fact that we were actually here.

I sipped my drink when a hand rested on my shoulder. “I know my girls when I see them.”

I immediately lowered my drink, a wide smile taking over my face as Silvia and I turned.

“Marco!” we shrieked in unison, hopping off the stools to leap into his arms. He chuckled, hugging and lifting both of us off the floor before lowering us back down.

“Why’d you disappear on me?” he asked, sounding genuinely affected by our disappearing act and she and I shared a look of guilt and uncertainty.

“Sorry.” I slipped my arm around his waist and he shook his head down at me.

“I missed you. Both of you,” he added, his arms still around us.

“Missed us?” Silvia teased. “Your girls are amazing.” She pointed out and our eyes fell on the closest dancer.

“Yeah…” he trailed off. “But they’re not Sugar and Spice.” He pinned us with a look and we couldn’t help but chuckle at the names we decided on years ago.

We were drunk when I decided to be Sugar, and she decided to be Spice, so that together, we’d be something nice. Let’s just say, the men loved that.

“We had to leave the nest at some point.” I sadly teased.

“But did it have to be so soon?”

“Soon?” Silvia and I couldn’t help but laugh in unison.

“I had been with you for five years.” Silvia shot back.