Devon twirled the five hundred dollars between his fingers, each flick of the crisp bills scratching deeper into his ego. His jaw tensed, and though a smirk curved his lips, his eyes were anything but amused.
“She kissed me. Called me a bad kisser. Paid me. And then walked away like I was… what? A hired clown?” he muttered, his tone low and dangerous.
Elijah dared a small chuckle. “Well, to be fair, you kind of looked like one standing there.”
Devon slowly turned to him, and Elijah immediately straightened up. “Kidding. Totally joking.”
Devon scoffed, slipping the money into his coat pocket with disdain. “She has guts. I’ll give her that.”
“She’s either brave or suicidal,” Liam added, sipping his drink. “You’ve had women thrown out of entire cities for less.”
Devon said nothing. He w
