One Night's Mistake With My Fiance's Brother
“You brought the money, right? And yourself. That’s… impressive. Brave, even. But bravery’s just stupidity wearing nice clothes.”
The sound of footsteps circled him slowly, a predator pacing. Devon kept his head up, his posture straight, refusing to cower. The footsteps were deliberate, meant to unnerve him, to make him feel like he was trapped in a cage. But he was counting the steps, mapping the space. The voice was coming from the center of the room now, a few feet in front of him. He felt the heat of a presence, heard the rustle of clothing.
“You’ll see her soon,” Damian said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper. “Both of them. But first, we need to discuss… my other demand.”