(Brianna’s POV)
Christian’s face tensed, a fleeting moment of unease crossing his features before he masked it with a polite smile. He turned to his friend, his tone strained but composed.
"Hey, man, it’s getting late. We’ll catch up later, okay? I’m just gonna head inside with Brianna now." His voice was firm, leaving no room for further conversation.
He gently grasped my hand, trying to lead me inside, but the shock of the revelation kept me rooted to the spot. I let him pull me through the front door, but as soon as we were inside, I yanked my hand free, my heart pounding in my chest. I stared at him, my breath quickening as I tried to make sense of everything.
“Christian,” I said, my voice trembling, but with a sharp edge to it, “is it true? Are you the owner of that bar?”
He sigh
