Chapter 161
- EVE'S POV
- The man in front of me was polished, too polished—designer suit, hair slicked back, a practiced smile he probably rehearsed in boardroom mirrors. But his left ring finger betrayed him: pale skin where a wedding band had once been. He had slipped it off for the night–probably to pick up girls.
- “Oh yes,” I said, tilting my head as I leaned back lazily.