Ryan pov
“One glass of bourbon,” I told the bartender.
My mind kept replaying the scene like a live movie that I couldn’t turn off. Alina was smiling, laughing with another man that wasn’t me. Heat flared under my skin; I hated that man for looking at her. I wanted to kill him instantly, but first she needed to learn her lesson. I had already warned her what's coming for her. It would be more dangerous than she was thinking, worse than her imagination.
I am not a sweet talker, I talk with authority.
I command.
“Drinking alone, handsome,” a voice purred, breaking my thoughts. A girl leaned close, fingers shimming my trousers, eyes hooded as she offered herself in a practised smile. She bent forward, showing me her cleavage.
“Not interested,” I pushed her away. No other woman h
