...Zander...
I sit in my office, my elbow propped on my armrest, hand rubbing over my chin, my eyes fixed on a spot in the corner of the room. My mind is fixated on Raine and the circumstances surrounding her and her departure. I reacted poorly in the moment, that smug asshole rubbing salt in the wounds by hinting at sleeping with her. She's mine, she wouldn't... But maybe?
I looked up this Jamie Fletcher character, and something doesn't feel right. He owns the gentleman's club Raine worked at and has many fingers in many pies. His investments spread across the city in a wide range of businesses. Something seems wrong. He seems shady. But that's not the real reason I hate the guy. He's always made his feelings for Raine clear. From that night I saw them dancing together, to the fundraise
