Grayson
My chest was beating too fast, each thud slamming against my ribs as if trying to break free. Sweat trickled down my forehead, soaking the edge of my hairline. My hands were clenched so tightly they hurt, but I couldn’t let go.
The sound of the elevator doors closing echoed across the restaurant. Only then did I breathe.
I leaned forward, gripping the edge of the table with both hands just to keep my legs from giving out. Impossible. My head swam, thought after thought crashing into each other until I could barely sort them out.
Impossible.
Never in my life did I imagine I would come face to face with that demon.
All my life I had avoided him. I knew Apollo Reed didn’t like me, and I accepted it. I stayed away, and removed the very idea of doing business with him, no matter
