~HUNTER’S POV~
“Never knew he like them young,” he says. “He didn’t deny it either. He is a man after all.”
The words settle into my ears like a slow, irritating drip. I didn’t deny it. Because I didn’t want to.
I swirl the remaining amber liquid in my glass, watching it catch the light. My grip is tight. Tighter than it needs to be. It’s not the whiskey’s fault.
It’s her fault. Or maybe it’s mine.
She was supposed to fade into the background tonight. That was the deal. Keep Caesar out of sight. Keep herself out of sight. And yet… She walked into the room wearing that dress like she belonged in it.
Simple. Beige. Modest.
It should’ve been nothing. But on her, it was… Something else entirely. And the second those men laid their eyes on her, I wanted to break every single rule I
