Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
That same undeniable air of arrogance clung to him, a reminder of one too many reasons I had turned him down in the past.
Paul leaned back against the bar, swirling the wine in his glass as he eyed me with a smirk. "Well, well," he drawled. "I have to admit, I didn’t expect to see you here, Skylar. Guess even fallen princesses need a night out."
I stiffened, my nails digging into my palms, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of reacting, hoping he would just leave.
Paul’s smirk deepened. "Must be rough, huh? Going from the darling of high society to... well, whatever it is you are now. I heard your family went bankrupt after your father’s little accident. Talk about bad luck."