Rosalind moved through the crowd with effortless grace, the slit of her gown allowing for smooth, deliberate strides. The room was a sea of whispers, glittering jewels, and the clinking of crystal glasses, but she only saw one person—Nicholas Rivera.
He watched her with an amused glint in his eye, the corner of his mouth twitching in a smirk that sent a flicker of heat through her veins.
“You’re late,” Nicholas murmured as she approached, his voice smooth as silk.
Rosalind c****d her head. “Funny. I wasn’t aware I was on your schedule.”
He chuckled, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “Oh, you’ve always been on my schedule, Venom Rose.”
The name sent a shiver down her spine, but she masked it with a smirk. “If you’re calling me that, you must be feeling nostalgic. What’s next? A t
