er computer shut down. Rain tapped against the windows-gray skies, same as always
ago, and the top floors were nearly empty. Just her,
ks to India dragging them online, they were finally going global. S
wasn't al
fake as hell. Dreamy shots. Perfect captions. A lif
al money. Money no one in
like hers, tha
ill hunched over their desks, desperate for her dad's approval. Pathetic. Then again, she wasn't much bette
e eased into traffic, the city buzzed-Friday nig
"she said t
'm at the restaurant.
ed. "Secret
o e
we'll eve
t. She's hiding him so
" India said wit
I say he's older
shamed. What if it's someone we kn
en howled.
ame-after finding his infamous crusty sock at a party
aid as traffic inched along
y, dodging the rain. Inside, the restaurant buzzed with energy-dim lights, moody
door in the basement that led straight to the old underground tunnels, leftovers from the city's retired subway system. Spechtron
ntre, all platinum blonde and candlelight glow. Her gaze was
led out the empty chair. It screeched against
, crossing her legs and
s Wren's heart-shaped li
's c
her pussy in
her water. "How does
it's adorable.
She decidedly ch
and she had taken to her father's talents, graduating with a master's in accounting. Wren
ew hours and spent the last half of the day on my phone
silverware neatly on the table and spreading th
lving a sex wor
seeing the server step up to the table. "Hello,
ase. Whatever
d you like a refill
for him to take, "Yes, I'll
nyone dining tonight. She clocked a few familiar faces, but no one important. A young woman
wn. Nothing about them screamed circle-no familiar last names, no subtle family markers. Probably just Instagr
fund disasters, and new players in town. Kingstown was changing. On the surface, it looked polished, trendy,
ged by the minute. Brandon? Socks? The bartender? The chef? Laughter spilt between them, alo
sed herself-probably not for the bathro
black cherry and plum lingering on her tongue. She barely noti
re snappe
e was-even if no one dared say his name out loud. He was the shadow to her sp
man? They had never once spoken. Not out of fear-at least not hers-but because people like
w here
nvi
ines of his face. A jawline that could cut glass and high cheekbones that India envied. It was his eyes that shocked her the most, though. Pictures did him no justice, in all honesty
but the way he held his brows, slightly furrowed at all times, made them seem darker, more se
mon. At least, that's what the public had always thought. She was sure that within minutes it would be
idn't, though. Instead, he sat back in Wren's seat, the chair turned slightly off to the side so his legs could cross comfortably. The way he lounged back, e