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