Chapter: 017

Dylan

There might be over fifty people on the top floor of this luxurious establishment. In my opinion, I could risk going to jail for homicide if it would mean I don't have to see this infuriating man ever again.

He sat there like a king, rocked back in his seat, a glass of liquor propped on his knee. He was enjoying seeing me squirm. That much was evident in the roguish flicker in his eyes and the small smirk on his lips. He was enjoying this a fucking lot.

I was the kind of girl who can yap your ear of on any day, stranger or no. But put me up on a stage in front of a crowd and I'll freeze up like a deer in headlights. It's not something I'm It's something about standing in front of piercing gazes all honed in on you, that makes my skin prickle uncomfortably.

"Do I hear five thousand?" My jaw drops.

"Ten thousand!"

"Twelve."

"Fifteen."

"Twenty-five."

All around me, men and women are shouting