[DAPHNE]
Ryker smirked as he set down two glasses and a bottle of champagne on the sleek glass table. His voice was casual.
"Yeah… that’s one of the brands I model for."
My jaw dropped.
No; this time, it practically hit the floor.
"You… you mean you’re a—" I couldn’t even finish my sentence. The words refused to form.
I turned back toward the massive picture on the wall, my eyes scanning every detail. The Ryker I knew before… he is different from the man standing in front of me now.
Curiosity got the best of me, and I reached out to touch the picture. The moment my fingers brushed against it, the image changed before my eyes.
My breath hitched.
The new photo displayed Ryker in a black T-shirt that clung to his body, as if it struggled to contain him. He held a glass in one hand, a
