Seducing Zake Craige
“Stay close to me tonight. The people here... they’re vultures.”
As we entered, the chatter died down. Heads turned, and whispers followed us like a wake.
“Zake! You finally arrived,” a booming voice echoed. A distinguished man with silver hair and the same piercing eyes as Zake approached us.
This was the patriarch, Lorenzo Craige.
“Happy Birthday, Grandpa,” Zake said, his posture stiffening.
Lorenzo’s gaze shifted to me, sharp and calculating.
“And who is this lovely creature? You usually bring those runway models who have nothing behind their eyes. This one... she has fire.”