She broke free just as Zavier rounded the corner. “Zavier!”
Zavier didn’t need more encouragement, it didn’t matter that he had found them in a compromising position, the pure terror in Shaira’s voice as she called his name told him everything.
He glanced at the man behind her, Arthur Miller, some loser who kept gambling through his inherited wealth.
He quickly reached out to snatch his girlfriend close, punching Arthur in the face as soon as he made sure that Shaira was safe. wiping the smug smile clean of the man’s face.
Shaira gasped at this, taking cover behind Zavier. She hadn’t been expecting him to attack the man.
Now that she was free, she could get a proper look at him and she was surprised to see a properly dressed up man.
He had definitely been attending the function and t
