I should have known the night would end in ruin the second I saw the second pair of heels in the hallway.
Marcus kept the car idling at the curb like always—engine low, headlights off, one hand resting on the wheel. Professional. Silent. The perfect bodyguard my father paid a small fortune to keep glued to my side. He didn’t even glance at me when I stepped out in the black dress that clung to every curve and the red lipstick I’d put on just for him—for the boyfriend who was supposed to be waiting upstairs with champagne and the soft smile he only ever gave me.
“Fifteen minutes,” Marcus said, voice flat. “Any longer and I’m coming up.”
I didn’t answer. I never did when he used that tone.
The apartment door was unlocked. That should have been the first warning. The second was the soft,
