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“Give me a minute. I’m getting there.” She blows out a deep breath. “It's a key party!” she squeals.

My eyebrows raise. I have no idea what she’s talking about.

“Still not understanding. What’s a key party?”

Taira just looks at me, mouth hanging open. “Seriously Alex, were you raised under a rock? It’s a party you go to and you place your keys in a container. Either the men or women take turns going and pulling one randomly. Then they go and have mind-blowing sex together.”

I clear my throat, needing to process everything she’s said. “And why do I need to have an open mind for you to go to this? Do you think I’d think less of you?”

Taira shakes her head at me as she cackles. “Not me, bitch. You.”

“Me? A virgin at a key party. You’re insane, girl.”

“No, I’m not. And look, it says right here, all levels of sexual experience are welcome. Plus, it’s a charity for foster care. Can you think of a better reason to apply other than it’ll be a big fuck you to Lionel the douchebag?”

She hands the laptop to me and my eyes land on the screen. There’s a link—clubectasy.com. My fingers hover above the keyboard, the icon flashing, begging for me to hit enter.

“Just take a look at it. No commitment. Just keep an open mind as you read about the event,” she whispers in my ear, giving me the final push I need to click the key that’ll open this world to me.

The screen changes as I’m directed to the actual club homepage. The more I read about it, what to expect, and how to apply, the more I’m actually considering it.

Could I?

I was planning to get rid of my virginity. What better way than this?

I’ve held onto it for so long, and for what? I almost gave it to someone who didn’t understand how special it was.

“Why aren’t you applying?” I ask Taira, never taking my eyes off the screen.

Her face starts to glow, and her eyes begin to dance with delight. “Cause I met someone and I want to see where it goes.” Her voice sings songs as she tells me.

“I don’t know.” My stomach is doing somersaults.

“Alex, you only live once. Take a chance. It’s the best way to get Lionel and Courtney out of your life. Fuck away the pain you’re feeling from the two of them underneath a hot as sin man. Or ride him until Lionel is just a faint memory. Then get yourself back out there and find someone worthy of being with you.”

Taira’s words hit home. She’s right. I’ve lived life on the safe side. Even saying those words is funny since my profession is far from safe.

I want to get rid of my virginity. Why not this way?

It’ll be with a total stranger and I never have to see them again in my life if I don’t want to.

“Alright, I’ll think about it. Now let’s drink some more while you tell me about this new man of yours.”

For the next hour, that’s all she does. By the time she’s done, I feel like I know him, too.

Chapter three

Donovan

The clanking of metal on metal rings out through the gym. It’s only five a.m. yet the place is full of lads and a few lassies, lifting weights before heading out to their jobs. My eyes scan around the open space, stopping on Hector, a local bobby, who’s bench pressing about a hundred and ninety pounds.

He started lifting about six months ago, after being shot on a routine traffic stop. At that time, he could only lift about eighty pounds. He’s put on some muscle, and now, at two hundred and ninety pounds, he’s lifting up to ninety percent of his body weight. Aye, he’ll be back chasing the criminals that run rampant through the city instead of pacifying demented grannies in no time.

I’d rather be out there amongst my patrons, engaged in one of my workout routines. Instead, I’m behind the counter doing office work. God, I’ll be glad when Kayla comes back from her maternity leave. Sure, she has the right to be able to be home enjoying her new bundle of joy, but I’m drowning in paperwork and my fingers have seen more paper cuts in the last six weeks than I have in my whole life. I always thought the most painful way to die was bein’ burnt to a crisp, but these tiny wee things have proved me wrong. How can something so wee make a man drop to his knees in agony?

I open my email, only to find a message from him.

My sperm donor.

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