Tiệc độc thân Hồ sơ trò chuyện bị đảo ngược

The bass vibrates through the floorboards, a familiar pulse under my stilettos. It was just another bachelor party, another stage, another sea of blurred faces throwing bills onto the stage at my feet. Then my eyes landed on the three men at the bar. They were different. Not leering, but intently watching. One, with a nervous energy, kept adjusting his cufflinks (Alexander). The man beside him (Xavier), all easy confidence, clapped him on the shoulder. The third just stared, his gaze a tangible heat that followed my every move (Liam). A silent current passed between them, a rivalry I could taste it in the testosterone filled air. They weren’t just looking; they were wanting. And i was their target. I learned later who they were. The groom (Alexander), bound for a loveless alliance. The best man and cousin (Xavier) and the groomsman (Liam). That single, shared look from the stage shattered the script of this normal night. It promised chaos, a secret spark in the dark before an arranged wedding in one week. My next song started, I smiled, my eyes holding all three of theirs at once. My body moving seductively across the stage. Let the games begin.