The atmosphere inside the VIP lounge of the club still sizzled with heat. The music continued to thump, but no one danced anymore. All eyes were fixated on one thing—the undeniable chemistry between Hunter Jackson and Evelina Willson.
Hunter stood frozen in the corner of the room after Evelina had walked away. His guests exchanged glances, whispered among themselves, and held their breath, anticipating another fiery argument. But instead of a fight, Evelina returned—her walk graceful, her expression captivating.
“Hunter,” she called softly.
He turned, still fuming. “What now?”
Evelina met his eyes with a hint of playful allure. “Let’s go home. Let’s end your party here.”
“Home?” he stepped closer, his jaw clenched. “After they humiliated me? Right in front of me?”
“Don’t be angry, lo
