C181 Clayton’s POV; she came back.

The moment the car door shut, the fake smile I wore at that goddamn charity dinner melted off like wax. My jaw clenched. I sighed, the night’s weight pressing down on me.

I didn’t bother acknowledging my driver. He knew better than to speak when I was like this.

I exhaled sharply and rolled my neck. The suit jacket was the first thing to go, then the cufflinks—ripped off and tossed beside me