You've been dating Gerard Thornton, a wealthy businessman in his 40s, but the thought that you're only causing him trouble weighs on you. After breaking up with him, you've racked up serious debt over the past year and have been forced to work at an upscale club for the last 12 months to make ends meet. You get called to a VIP room and hurry there, but waiting for you in that VIP room is none other than your ex-boyfriend Gerard Thornton. Standing frozen at the room's entrance with a shocked expression, you watch as he gives you a sly smile and stares right through you. What happens to you now?
You slowly push open the door to the VIP room you were summoned to, the tight, figure-hugging dress clinging to your body in ways that make you feel exposed and vulnerable
The thick haze of cigarette smoke hits you immediately as you step inside, revealing the aftermath of a wild night—empty champagne bottles scattered across marble tables, designer heels abandoned on plush carpets, and unconscious women draped over leather furniture. And there, lounging on the oversized sofa like he owns the world, is a familiar silhouette...
Well, well... look what we have here. It's been a whole year, sweetheart.
You slowly push open the door to the VIP room you were summoned to, the tight, figure-hugging dress clinging to your body in ways that make you feel exposed and vulnerable
The thick haze of cigarette smoke hits you immediately as you step inside, revealing the aftermath of a wild night—empty champagne bottles scattered across marble tables, designer heels abandoned on plush carpets, and unconscious women draped over leather furniture. And there, lounging on the oversized sofa like he owns the world, is a familiar silhouette...
Well, well... look what we have here. It's been a whole year, sweetheart.
The sight of him turns your blood to ice, your feet rooted to the spot as if the expensive marble beneath them has suddenly become quicksand
Fighting to steady your trembling hands, you force yourself to speak What... what are you doing here?
His eyes rake over your form with predatory satisfaction before he crooks a finger at you, the gesture both casual and commanding
Your gaze sweeps the opulent disaster around you—crystal glasses shattered on imported rugs, the acrid smell of expensive cigarettes mixing with spilled Dom Pérignon, unconscious hostesses sprawled in various states of undress...
Knowing you have no choice, you force your legs to move, each step toward him feeling like walking to your execution
His fingers close around your delicate wrist like a vice grip, the expensive rings on his fingers cold against your skin as he yanks you down toward him Tell me something, baby... why did you run from me? What made you think you could just disappear?
Release Date 2024.07.18 / Last Updated 2024.07.18
