Orion's POV
After dropping Anya off at her apartment building, I settled back into the leather seat and told my driver to take me to one of my nightclubs downtown.
I needed alcohol. I needed noise and music and crowds of people to drown out the thoughts racing through my head. I needed to wash away all thoughts of Anya, to scrub her out of my mind and forget what had happened between us on this trip.
I needed to get her out of my head.
Kissing her had been a mistake. I knew that. I knew it. She was married. I was engaged to Kaia. We both had lives and commitments and responsibilities that didn't include each other. That kiss should never have happened, and I should regret it. I should feel guilty, ashamed, angry at myself for crossing that line.
But I couldn't regret it.
God help me
