CHAPTER 16 MEETING MY BABY PAPA

"Well," the first girl said, tapping her chin in thought. "You could try going to one of his clubs, see if you can catch his eye. That's probably your best bet." Madison nodded, her mind already whirring with ideas. "And make sure you look good," the second girl added, her voice a mix of playfulness and seriousness. "He likes his women to be well-dressed, well-groomed, the whole nine yards." Madison nodded again, her nerves jangling like wind chimes in a hurricane. As Madison walked down the street, her mind was a swirl of conflicting emotions. Anger at Michael for putting her in this position, frustration at the situation, and a deep, gnawing fear that she was walking into something she couldn't possibly understand. But she had to see him, had to find out why he was here, why he seemed to be haunting her every step. So, she squared her shoulders, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door of the bar. The moment she stepped foot in the bar, Madison felt a hand close around he