Riya's POV
The diner was as nice as Hiram had said it was. It was a low-key, high class diner and dance club where couples had dainty meals and slow danced, under colorful neon lights.
“What would you like to have?” Hiram asked me as soon as we had our seats. “It's a self-server here.”
“Oh.” I scanned my head for any ideas. “I'll have anything you have.”
“And what if you don't like what I decide to have?”
“Then I'll get another one.”
His lips lifted in a small smile again before he rose up from his seat and walked towards the server. As he walked away from our table, I watched his sexy, masculine physique and wondered what it was that this sexy devil was up to? Only a few days ago, until this evening, he was the coldest, most selfish man that I had ever come across. So, watching hi
