Aiden Pierce strode over to Willow West. Someone had already killed the loud music in the private room.
The crystal chandelier in the room suddenly blazed to life, bathing the once sensually lit, debaucherous space in light as bright as day.
The man's gaze bypassed Willow West and landed on the pretty boy's hand, which was just about to touch her. His aura was so chilling, it was terrifying!
The terrified pretty boy snatched his hand back, as if the man would chop it off if he were even a second late.
The room was thick with the cloying scent of alcohol.
Aiden Pierce scoffed. "You look so innocent, but you're quite the wild one, aren't you?"
Aiden swept his trench coat aside and sat next to Willow West, spreading his legs in an imperious, commanding posture.
The glaring light sobered Willow up a little.
'The first time I went to a bar to find a male model, I accidentally slept with Aiden Pierce!'
