Brayden's POV
It was a little past midnight when Larissa and I got back home. All throughout the drive home, Larissa was oddly quiet, alternating between staring out the window and tapping away on her phone. I didn’t press her for conversation. Tonight had been a lot and I understood her silence. Dinner hadn’t particularly been fun for her all because of Benjamin.
Benjamin was dangerous.
Not because he was drunk and reckless, but because he enjoyed pushing people’s limits. He had sat there, sipping his champagne, and watching Larissa like a predator waiting for any sign of weakness to strike. And I had no doubt that tonight was just the beginning.
Neither of us spoke as we walked up the marble steps and through the massive front doors. Inside, the house was quiet, save for the faint ti
