The CEO...Tracy and I met at our rendezvous—the VIP section of Greysville Lounge. I had purposely arrived three hours later than the agreed time; I wasn’t about to wait for two hours like that day.“Good evening,” I greeted as I settled across from her, gesturing for the waiter. “The usual,” I added as soon as he arrived.“Forget that. Bring juice,” Tracy ordered, turning to me. “No alcohol today.”I raised a brow. “Just get me water, then.”“So, what have you done?” Tracy asked, clasping her hands together.“Mr. Isaac is taking care of the building’s renovation,” I replied, pouring water into my glass and taking a sip.“We’re making progress, then.” She began.“I need your help with something,” I interrupted, leaning in. “How good are you at putting on an act?”Tracy adjusted her seat and leaned in, a cunning smile spreading across her lips. “Depends.”“I’ve been trying to get secrets out of Lucy, but I’m not making any progress,” I said, taking another sip of water. The bland tas

The toy...I stood at the entrance of the bar, the warmth of the afternoon sun unable to chase away the chills running down my spine. It had been two days since the incident, and we hadn't spoken or seen each other.As I opened the door and stepped inside, I saw Logan deep in conversation with another bartender."Hey," I said with a nervous smile, taking a seat on a stool."How can I help you, Aria?" His voice was cold, and the adoration that once gleamed in his eyes was gone.I couldn’t really blame him."How are you feeling?" Logan asked.My eyes widened in surprise. I hadn’t expected him to care."Has the person said what they want?" Logan's voice held a trace of concern."He only said it would look good on a website," I replied, swallowing hard."The jerk is asking me for money," Logan said, sliding his phone over to me."What?" I picked up his phone and scrolled through the messages, reading the threats. "He wants a million dollars to delete the video? Where does he expect a ba

Logan..It was a chilly evening, and Aria had assigned me work for Damon Wesley's charity event—a bartender at the indoor bar that I had constructed. Standing amidst the chatter and clinking glasses of the elite, classical music grating at my ears, I took a sip of the cocktail I had just mixed. Whenever I encountered the wealthy, something inside me bristled. How easily they lived and how they looked down upon the less fortunate."Hey X," Lucy walked up to me, her usual deviously beautiful smile on her lips."My name is Xevon. I've told you that many times," I replied, mixing another drink."I've never heard such a name, and X is easier to pronounce," Lucy said, snatching my drink and taking a sip. "Aria giving you the contract shows progress, don't you think?"Lucy had introduced herself a few days prior at her friend's wedding, where I was hired as a bartender. But her true aim was to seduce Aria so she could elope with me.A frown marred her face as she spotted her fiancé holding