Brielle's POV
The last person I expected to see in the private lounge was Enzo Black. I ran a hand through the ends of my hair, trying to hide my nervousness.
“What are you doing here?” My voice came out stronger than I’d intended.
Enzo smiled dangerously. “Someone looks disappointed. Were you expecting a more dashing prince?”
“I’m expecting a businessman!” I snapped, losing the last shred of my composure. “Enzo, if this is some kind of game—”
“I am a businessman,” he cut in, tilting his head at me. “And I happen to be the same man who saved your life a few days ago. One would think I deserve more than a disappointed face.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.
I knew Enzo as a man of very few words, so seeing him this talkative was almost unsettling. He arched a brow,
