Arielle
I was just kidding.
Darius had me by the balls. I couldn’t do s**t to him.
Nothing.
Even if I could, that would only make things worse. So, no. I didn’t mean what I said earlier.
I was definitely going to play things nice.
I leaned forward slightly and gave the driver the address Joel had sent earlier. The moment I finished, he smiled.
Not a normal smile.
“This place…” he started, glancing at me through the mirror. “Has lots of connections.”
Tessa and I exchanged a look.
“Connections?” She repeated.
“Opportunities,” he corrected. “It’s not just a party. It’s a night of purpose.”
I swallowed. A night of purpose. That didn’t sound like something I belonged in.
“And the man behind it,” he continued. “The owner of Rothwell Enterprises, he’s…a good man.”
Rothwel
