Glazilda

“That was damn fast,” I smirked, while looking at the front door of the bar I went, it’s been a week since I last went here, Max wouldn’t let me be alone.

Preparing for wedding is so boring, but my dad wouldn’t let Max do it alone, I want to enjoy, my single life days is about to end, yet I didn’t get laid by the man I want to fuck?

I won’t let myself be buried with that married, without even enjoying him, I confidently walked through the entrance, the bouncer don’t need any ID’s or proof of any identification, of course, who wouldn’t let a Glazilda Croix inside? No one in hell would dare to do that.

“Zil, it’s been a while since I last saw you, the regular?” Levi, one of the bartender approached me, as soon as I sat on the high stool, we both knew each other’s pack, he is like me, I wink at him as my answer, he chuckled, and proceed on mixing my drink.