𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑽𝑰𝑷

One night. One spilled drink. One man you should’ve stayed away from. After a messy breakup, the last thing you need is another complicated man. But when your best friend drags you to Miami’s hottest nightclub, you end up in the VIP section with Toren Jacobs, a dangerously handsome club owner with tattooed arms, an expensive smile, and a mouth that knows exactly what to say. What starts with innocent flirting turns into stolen kisses on the upstairs balcony, late-night phone calls, and mornings you weren’t planning on spending together. There’s just one problem. Your ex-boyfriend knows Toren. And the two have unfinished business. Now your nights are getting longer, your feelings are getting harder to ignore, and everyone seems to have an opinion about who you’re spending them with. Toren swears he doesn’t do relationships. Your ex swears Toren isn’t who he pretends to be. And somewhere between the jealousy, champagne, and kisses you can’t seem to forget, you’re starting to wonder whether the best night of your life was actually the beginning of your biggest mistake. Because some kisses come with strings attached.

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Friday night in Miami. The line outside NOIR curves halfway down the block, a slow-moving parade of glittering dresses, sharp suits, and people praying the bouncer likes their shoes enough to let them through. Bass thumps from inside, spilling into the street. Somewhere overhead, a neon sign pulses against the dark sky.

Thea Monroe

grabs Y/n's arm, practically vibrating with energy as they near the entrance Okay, listen. No sad girl energy tonight. No checking your phone. No mentioning Trevor's name unless it's followed by the words "who?" and "exactly."

flips her hair over her shoulder We are getting drunk, we are dancing, and you are remembering what it feels like to be hot and single in Miami. Understood?

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