Riya's POV
I hurried into the dressing room, stiffened and in shock from the presence of the one person that had shown up amongst my audience while I danced.
Thankfully, when I got to the dressing room, there was no one inside. I stood in front of the huge dressing mirror and my hands clutched the edges of the table, knuckles turning white from the intensity of my hold.
Red, scared and angry eyes stared back at me in the mirror and my shoulders shuddered and heaved heavily as I tried to control my breath.
Casper, that bastard!
I wondered if he had recognized me.
“I want you.”
I shivered as his words played in my head over and over again like a horrific song.
No, he didn't recognize me. He only said he wanted me. The Casper I knew would make sure he let me know that he had re
