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MEEKA'S POV::Nora and I arrive at the club, and it's already in complete, glorious chaos—just the way she loves it.The bass vibrates through my ribs, while neon lights cut through the darkness as bodies swarm together in a mix of heat, sweat, and questionable choices waiting to unfold.She had suggested we go out, have a drink and lear my mind. Discuss the little secret she just found out about. I tried to protest, half-heatedly. But Nora always gets her way.So here I am, letting her pull me into this sensory overload.Typical.“Nora,” I shout over the music as we push through the crowd, “the last time you suggested we hit the club, I ended up sleeping with Nathaniel’s brother.”She doesn’t even slow down.“Um, excuse me,” she replies with mock offense, “I took you out for fun. You let your future brother-in-law seduce you. That's absolutely not my fault.”I scoff, nearly stumbling over someone's hee

Vanessa stands there, impeccably composed as always. She's the kind of woman stress politely steers clear of.“Oh,” she says warmly, though surprise flickers across her face at my arrival. “Meeka.”My shoulders tense despite my best efforts to relax them. “Hi, Vanessa.”She steps aside to let me in, her eyes already scanning my expression. “Is everything alright?”“Yes,” I reply too quickly. “I just wanted to see Nathaniel.”There's a brief pause, barely noticeable, but it's there.“He just stepped out,” she says gently. “Not long ago.”Damn him.Of course he did, after ruining my evening.“Oh.” I nod and force a small smile. “That’s fine. I’ll just come back later.”Vanessa studies me; her gaze is both soft and sharp at once. “Are you sure you’re okay, dear?”“Yes,” I repeat firmly. “Really.”She doesn’t push further; she never does. That’s her strength.“Alright the

Pfft! He can't possibly do that.I look at him, but remain silent, busying myself with repacking the kit while avoiding his gaze. I place the gauze back in position, seal the antiseptic, and snap the scissors shut.Finished."You can't keep acting recklessly and pretending nothing affects you," I say flatly."I wasn’t pretending," he replies, his tone unnervingly calm. "I was driving.""Of course you were driving.... recklessly."Silence stretches between us, thick and charged.I close the kit with a snap and stand up, suddenly craving some distance. "You’re lucky you didn’t end up with a crack on your skull.""Don’t you think it would have been better if I had?" he says, smiling in a way that sends a chill down my spine.I look at him before I can stop myself, my mouth falling open in disbelief.Seriously?Jesus, this man!When I'd heard about the DeWitt family's reckless first son, I thought people were exaggerating. Just typical rich-boy antics and tabloid nonsense.But no.There’s

MEEKA'S POV::And just when I think he’s going to comment on the ring, or worse, tease me about it, he doesn’t. He looks away first instead.He then reaches up and removes the towel draped loosely around his shoulders, tossing it aside like it’s nothing. The clothes he’s wearing aren’t pajamas, not even close to that. He's wearing dark, clean clothes. Like he never intended to rest at all.“You should go home, Meeka. It’s getting late.”The words catch me off guard. I frown slightly, the reaction instinctive. Why don’t I like it when he calls me Meeka?Stupid. Completely stupid, Meeka.I study him more closely now, and as I do, I instantly notice somethingHe’s angry.Not at me. But at something else. Someone else. Something possibly tied to the accident. The part he refuses to talk about.His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid, like he’s holding something down instead of letting it surface. I’ve ne

By the time we pull up to the place of venue, I can already tell the party is in full swing. The music is loud enough to hum through the car doors, vibrating in the air like before I’ve even stepped out of the car.Nathaniel opens his arm for me like the gentleman he always is, and I slip my hand into it, clutching my purse with the other. My dress glints beneath the exterior lights as we walk, and I still can't believe this is what he picked.Honestly, when he said he’d arranged a dress for me, I imagined something harmless and very simple.But there's nothing like that. I'm in a thin fabric dress that looks like it belongs in fashion shows. Elegant, minimal and ridiculously expensive.The guards by the door look like walls with muscles. The kind of guys who could fling a grown man across the street without losing breaths. The owner of this party is obviously someone influential. Not shocking, considering the kind of circles Nathaniel DeWitt move