Chapter 92
- Rosalina's POV
- "M-Mr. Vesper?!" I stammered out, my brain completely short-circuiting under his dark, lethal stare.
- Sitting right beside me in the booth, Alicia flinched violently at the sheer terror in my voice when I blurted out his name. Her hand was still casually resting on the firm, sculpted abs of the male model sitting next to her, completely frozen mid-touch.