My parents demanded the password to my penthouse apartment right in fr…

The waiter holding the silver platter took a slow, terrified step backward, his eyes darting between me and my mother. I turned my head to look down at the head table.

Julian was no longer smirking. The blood rushed to his face, turning his skin a dark, mottled red. He half rose from his velvet chair, his mouth opening to object, but his vocal cords continue reading …