CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
~ Stephano
The driver barely had the door open before I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my tux. The night air bit at my jaw.
I should’ve been arriving with Isabella. But no, she’d stormed out of my place half an hour ago with her heels in one hand and a string of profanity in the other. I could still hear the echo of the door slamming in my skull.
Fucking drama queen.
But it wasn’t just that. No, it was the way she’d looked at me. Like she’d just realized I wasn’t her boyfriend. Like it was news. As if I’d ever promised her more than diamonds and orgasms. I gave her bags, not vows. But apparently, that line got blurry once I f****d her brains out on a yacht.
I adjusted my cuffs again. I needed a drink. I needed a distraction. I needed my c**k not to ache like i
