The Taste of Sweet Karma

las club pressing in. Vicky's chall

still blind, had been invited to a crucial business dinner. His potential part

ed in, pretending to be a lightweight who got chatty after a few drinks, subtly steering conversati

t, but Ethan had secured the deal.

With a bitter resolve, I looked at her, then a

's make it interesting. Not just a few. Let's do a round for eve

then a cruel smile played on

not necessary

gaze. This was self-punishment, a f

e first was harsh. The second, third. Vicky watched, a smirk

ead was spinning, the

inally reaching out, his han

mumbled, his voice low. "From my mother's pressure, from... from Vicky gett

tecting me; he was protecting himself, his secrets. My kno

heavy, disconnected. The room tilted. My body couldn't take any mo

e floor rushed up to

er of genuine concern in his voice.

Are yo

an, darling, she's just drunk. She's making a sc

is arm, trying

resisted her. He looked

y. She ne

oncern felt, for a fleeting second, real. He carried me out of the club,

my arm. Ethan was there, slumped in a chair beside t

d him through countless nights after his eye surgeries, his own vulne

ow felt like a cruel

ad too much to drink. You can go. I don't need you here." My e

to arrive. She swept into the

ing of this? Causing a s

for that... place... Austin, are still on tra

his hands, snapped his head up. "Leave?

vealed my secret departure plan.