sium Club, traveling straight up Bianca's legs and settling in her che

ked up her glass and swallowed the amber liquid in one gulp. The alcohol burne

another glass. She wanted the numbness to spread. She wanted t

ocking the harsh purple lights. Aydin

ed across the table and smoothly pulled the whiskey bottle aw

ce was a low, magnetic rumble th

s slightly blurred, but her tone wa

ions. "Just making sure my favorite customer doesn't dr

, placing a tall glass of ice water and a pla

din didn't push. He just sat there, taking a slow sip of h

's throat. "Why do men always believe the worst?" Her words slurre

ew exactly who she meant. "Whi

s laugh. "Charming? Ha. He thinks

burned with hot, unshed tears. "He'd rat

out, his fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair

nd fools don't deserve you."

iskey. Aydin's fingertips grazed her skin. A wave of dizziness h

the glass table, trying to stand. Her knees buc

r arm, his hold firm and steady. "You're in no state

r muscles felt like liquid. Her head t

lder crashing into his chest. He wrapped an arm se

and cheap perfume made Bianca nauseous. She rested her he

curb. He opened the passenger door and carefully guided her into the seat. He re

de. The engine purred to life. Bianca sank into the sof

He merged the car into the sparse midnigh

erent. Aydin reached out and t

te violently. The screen lit up the dark interio

his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road, unawar