BOUND TO THE BILLIONAIRE CAPTAIN
My heart did an anxious little flip against my ribs.
“Alright everyone, take your seats and grab a beer for you and your partner,” Justin drawled into the mic, his lazy, arrogant voice echoing through the house speakers. “As I present something written specifically for Mr. Graham... and his beautiful fiancée.”
Justin struck a single, heavy chord on his guitar. It was low, smooth, and deliberately slow.
Carter’s head snapped toward the stage like he had just been hit with a bucket of ice water. The rage in his eyes instantly multiplied by ten.