Daniel’s POV
The day had dragged on like a bad dream -meetings blending into calls, Vanessa’s morning tantrum still echoing in my ears, her whinings and empty threats. But none of it mattered.
I’d replayed it endlessly, the taste of her lingering like an addiction I couldn’t shake.
Serena Voss.
Work done, emails sent, deals sealed, I grabbed my jacket, my mind already on the club. I needed to see her, to apologize properly, to bridge a friendship my stupid proposal had broken.
Henryson waited outside beside the Bentley. “The usual room, sir?” he asked, his voice neutral but knowing.
“Yeah,” I said, sliding into the leather seat, the city blurring past as we headed downtown.
The club was my guilty escape, but tonight it felt different. Serena danced there, her body a weapon against
