Chapter 163

ENZO

AMELIA WAS STILL fixing her dress when I poured the whiskey. Cheap silk, red. Her perfume clung to the air like it was trying too hard. She'd been loud, all nails and fake moans, and I'd let her. It was supposed to take the edge off.

It didn't.

"You've never called for me twice, Enzo," ...

Login and Continue Reading