Lily’s POV
The night air bit against my skin as I stepped out of the cab. The glowing sign of The Obsidian Club pulsed like a heartbeat — steady, hypnotic, dangerous.
I told myself I wasn’t coming here for him.
I told myself I only wanted to forget Andrew Sterling — his kiss, his temper, his fiancée.
But lies taste sweeter in the dark.
Inside, the music throbbed low, velvet and sinful. The scent of leather, smoke, and expensive perfume hung thick in the air. I adjusted the black satin dress clinging to me — the one Sophia had called “a statement.”
Maybe it was. Maybe I was tired of being quiet, of pretending I wasn’t falling apart over a man who wasn’t mine.
A hand brushed my arm lightly.
“Welcome back, Miss Lily,” Adrian Wolfe’s smooth voice greeted. He stood at the bar, smiling a
