Richard Pov.
The party in Madrid was a spectacle of wealth and power, but none of it mattered.
I wasn’t here for the schmoozing or the deals. I was here for one reason: Sarah.
She had been on my mind constantly, but tonight felt different.
The organizers had asked me to make a grand entrance, to be the center of attention, but I’d declined. I didn’t want the spotlight.
I had told them to exclude my name in the list of business people; that way Wesley wouldn't be aware and then stop Sarah from coming.
Wesley f*****g Kent thought I wouldn't be invited or attend because of the derailing position of my company in the market.
I stood near the bar, scanning the room, searching for her. Sarah. She was supposed to be here tonight, with Wesley.
The thought of them together sent a pulse of j
