If spoiling someone were an art, Carlos treated Alicia like the moon surrounded by stars—cherished, adored, the center of his universe.
Yet the woman was as unpredictable as a hissing alley cat, bristling whether he pampered or provoked her.
Even when her claws drew blood, Carlos only found himself falling harder.
He scoffed bitterly, shaking his head. Maybe men really were just fools for love.
The whiskey glass pressed against his lips, yet he didn't drink, his expression remaining icy.
The woman beside him flushed with embarrassment, shooting Xaivion a helpless glance.
At his encouraging wink, she mustered her courage, melting into Carlos with renewed determination.
"Mr. Radiance," she purred, molding herself against his chest, "now that you're here, forget your troubles. Haley wi
