"You know what's really strange, Cassie?" Drake said slowly, his voice lowering as if he were sharing some dangerous secret. "It's the way powerful billionaires seem to wrap themselves around your fingers like obedient little pets."
Cassie's spine stiffened instantly. She lifted her gaze to him, sharp and cutting. "Are you one of them?" she asked coldly.
Drake scoffed and shook his head. His lips curled into something close to a smirk. "For a moment, I honestly thought Sebastian would leave his wife for you. Then I wondered if it would be Mr. Roth instead."
Cassie blinked. "What are you talking about?" Confusion clouded her eyes, but beneath it was something darker, unease.
"At the gentlemen's club," Drake continued casually, like he wasn't detonating a bomb, "Franklin went c
