River’s POV
He walked to the chair opposite mine with that same cocky strut, every step reeking of arrogance. When he finally sat down, his posture screamed confidence, the kind that comes naturally to someone who knew the world would bend for him.
“So, what do you want, sweet cheeks?”
I stiffened at the nickname, my brows narrowing instinctively but I reminded myself why I was here. This wasn’t about pride, ego, or whatever twisted game Orion thought he was playing.
It was bigger than that.
“You…” I began, my voice louder than I intended. It was confident, firm, like it wasn’t taking everything in me not to bolt out of this room and pretend this never happened.
His smirk widened as he leaned into the chair, the dim lighting casting shadows across his sharp jawline. “I don’t think yo
