Carina’s POV
After coming to a realization that I slept with my childhood enemy, I was utterly dumbfounded.
How stupid could I be?
I mean, could it even be my fault?
Kenzo did not look like the little boy I remembered him to be. He was tall and lengthy, not to mention the absence of tattoos that didn’t litter his yellow skin back then.
Now, he was a whole man—a hungry and insatiable man.
Fuck.
I wanted to hate him, but my body craved him.
Damn him.
“We’re here, Miss Carina.” Alfred advised from the front seat of my Rolls Royce.
I looked out the window, coming face to face with a building I knew so well.
Club Rhodium.
It was my brother’s club and the place I helped him build.
It looked the same from the outside—a little run down but it had been years since we built t
