Ryan's POV
Asking Veronica for a favour was the one thing I detested more than Ron and Alexander Gray. Desperation was all I had tonight, though, and desperate circumstances demanded desperate means. Sometimes I wonder what I even saw in her before. Who am I kidding? A guy needs some action, and she happened to be up for it. She was good at her role too. Now? Let's just say she doesn't hold a candle to my mate, Clarabelle. How time flies…
The air in the dimly lit bar was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and stale beer. Veronica twirled a cocktail straw between her manicured fingers while seated at a booth in the corner. Her eyes glowed with a mixture of astonishment and something darker, satisfaction, when she saw me. If I were to bet, she's like “Well, well, look who needs me now?
