Vegas's pov.
A few days ago…
The trip with Ezra was something we had both planned about and I know you would ask, Don’t I know he is married?
Actually… I don't care.
All I care about is his presence and who exactly is his priority… which is clearly me.
After the meeting with strangers at the hotel restaurant— Everything became fishy.
I knew what the deal was about but the eyes switching on the table was something I clearly couldn't understand.
When we got back to the room that night I confronted Ezra about the clients, but he shoved me off and told me not to worry too much about it.
Despicable—
It's been a week since we got back from our trip and now Ezra is no longer Ezra.
I stared at my phone steadily waiting for his message to pop up— but still It was nothing.
Luckily, I was
