Chapter 12
Corey
I stand in one of my red dresses, shuffling cards, waiting for the party to start. We’re in one of the conference rooms on the third floor, but it’s been set up as a private lounge tonight, with couches and tables. A buffet table of party food is set up against one wall and a bartender stands at attention behind a bar.
Nico called me last night, after Stefano and I finished moving all my clothes and personal items into one of the penthouse suites.
“I need you to do something for me,” he said, without any preamble. Stefano was out on the floor, working and I was still unpacking and arranging things. Nico hadn’t called me before, except when Sondra broke up with him and went home to Michigan. Then he rode my a*s non-stop trying to get me to tell him where she was.
“Okay
