Regret Came Too Late

This was a high-end private banquet, and Grace had even specially asked them to add extra courses. It shouldn't have been possible for anyone to leave hungry.

Ethan didn't answer her. He kept his head down, his expression unreadable.

Grace, thinking about the five million dollars he had casually handed her earlier, gave a small, awkward smile and tried to smooth things over. "Maybe I could head over to Palm Bay and whip up a few light dishes for you?" she offered.

The words had barely left her mouth when Damien snorted from the side.

"Going to Palm Bay to make a midnight snack?" he sneered. "Come on, it's obvious what you're really after. You're not fooling anyone."

Damien raised an eyebrow, smirking like he was waiting for a thank-you. He had come tonight to shut down whatever plans Grace thought she had. But as he kept smiling, an uneasy feeling crept up inside him.

Ethan asked coolly, "Where's Selene tonight?"

That caught Damien completely off guard. He had no idea where Selene was. Ever since the last time they slept together, she had been avoiding him like the plague. Even thinking about it twisted something inside him.

He needed her. She, apparently, didn't need him. And that brutal truth cut deeper than he wanted to admit.

Before he could say anything, Grace jumped in. "I think Selene mentioned she's meeting her boyfriend tonight," she said lightly.

Damien's expression darkened instantly. A cold, suffocating air seemed to wrap around him as he pulled out his phone and stormed off to the side to call her.

happened to be eating dinner with Vincent

nearby private room swung open, Grace found herself face-to- face with Selene. For a second, neither of them spoke. Selene hadn't seen

suggestions this morning," Selene said teasingly. "Trying to impress Mr.

drilling into her from down

wasn't looking at

at her. His

locked on

could kill, Vincent

dead on the

calm university professor,

air pressure in the corridor

on a fire, Ethan asked a simple, polite question from his

of small talk you made when you ran into old friends perfectly normal. Except in this case,

forward, his eyes locked

mean?" He demanded, his voice shaking. "Selene, you're

betrayal-all of it bled out of

Vincent—at least not yet. She didn't even understand