DANTE’S POV:
I stare at the card for a moment before sliding it into my breast pocket. Jessie’s smile widens, sensing a victory she hasn't earned. She thinks she’s found a whale, a rich man she can bleed dry. She’s half right. I am a whale, but I have teeth, and I am far from being a boy toy.
The only woman I would be a simp for is gone, and I need to erase her from my mind. Also, she will be the last woman to ever control me like that. It is a promise to myself.
"Let’s go," I say, standing up so abruptly my chair screeches against the floor.
I don't wait for her to finish her wine. I walk out of the bistro, the heavy scent of her perfume clinging to me like a shroud. My driver, seeing me emerge with a woman who looks like a high-end billboard, opens the door.
He knows the drill, but
