Chapter 99

• Facing Brandon’s cold side reminds me of the first time I met him—the man I thought couldn’t be defied. Especially now.
• We’re sitting on what feels like miles apart in the backseat of his Mercedes without talking, but the tension between us is thick and palpable. I ache to reach out to him, run my fingers over his perfectly trimmed body, embrace him, and ask him what I can do for him, but I’m afraid he will reject me.
• I watch the window quietly, wondering where we are going. A couple of minutes later, we stop by a towering building in the middle of the city. Brandon steps out of the car first and lets John open the door for me.