Lena’s POV
The ramen container slips from my fingers, clattering on the lounge table with a wet thud, broth splashing onto the polished wood. I spring to my feet so fast my chair screeches backward, the sound slicing through the quiet like a scream. Color drains from my face—I can literally feel it, a cold rush leaving me pale and clammy under the harsh lounge lights. Sebastian stands in the doorway, his navy suit tailored to perfection, broad shoulders filling the frame, silver-streaked hair catching the glow. His ice-blue eyes lock on me, then flick to Avery, narrowing with that piercing intensity that makes my knees weak. Sugar daddy. The words hang in the air like a guillotine. How much did he hear? Oh God, I’m dead.
“Uhm, Mr. Lancaster,” I stammer, voice pitching high and cracked, h
