Third Person POV
Urgent business forced him to cancel the date with Lila tonight, this critical shipment delay dragging him into warehouse hell when he should have been tasting her curves under La Royale's candlelight, and that fuckup left him seething angry at the situation stealing his perfect evening right out from under him.
Fucking emergency meetings kept him deep into the warehouse district where concrete walls echoed with low tense voices while his phone stayed silent on the steel table, no updates from La Royale because millions hung in the balance and heads would roll if he didn't personally handle this mess right now.
Agitation burned hot through his veins as he paced the dim room fists clenched tight because he'd planned everything perfect black dress waiting for her specia
