I’d always heard the whispers about Eden—the kind that spread like wildfire through campus halls.
They said she was a social butterfly, but everyone knew that was just a polite way of saying she was a flirt who traded affection for favors.
Multiple boyfriends, secret meetings outside school, rumors of older men with deep pockets.
And now, seeing the way this drunk man pawed at her, those rumors didn’t seem like rumors anymore.
Still, it wasn’t my concern. People made their choices. I adjusted my jacket and started walking toward the private room.
Then I heard her soft gasp.
“Oh, it hurts? Where? Let me help you.” The man’s words were thick with alcohol. His hand shot forward, pressing into her chest.
Eden stiffened. His fingers didn’t stop there—they moved.
A smirk curled across hi
