Evelyn's POV
It felt less like an invitation—
and more like, hey, want to jump off a cliff together?
Absolutely not.
Not before I finished my whole sleep-with-eight-men revenge plan.
I didn’t know why he was here.
Didn’t matter.
There was one thing I knew for sure—
he and Sebastian could not run into each other.
“Hey,” I said quietly, leaning in closer like I was sharing a secret. “We should probably not… cause a scene.”
My fingers curled slightly against his arm.
“Come with me. Let’s just go.”
He looked down at me, amused in that slow, lazy way of his. The corner of his mouth tipped up just a little.
God. That look.
“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “you look like you’re hiding a body.”
“I’m not—”
I stopped.
Wait.
Sebastian didn’t know him.
Just like I didn’t even know his
