DEREK’S POVI alighted from the car, fuming beneath my breath as I headed toward the bar. The doorman held the door open for me, taking my coat off my shoulder into his hands.“Good evening, Sir Derek,” he greeted, hanging my coat by the rack.“It’s expensive. If it rips, you lose your goddamn job, understand?” I asked. He nodded, dropping his gaze immediately as I scouted the area, my eyes darting across the diner.“Your guest—he’s in the VIP booth.”I snorted, nodding with my hands tucked into my pockets as a waitress gestured toward me, leading me in the direction of their private booth. It was on the second floor, tucked into a corner. I’d booked it once or twice when I needed to dine in peace—especially when my dad had caused a ruckus and beaten me batshit crazy to a pulp. Other times, I enjoyed having my food where everyone could see me and steal glances at this handsome, glorious face.“He’s in here,” the waitress spoke, holding the curtain open for me.“Can I have your order,
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