e was bored out of her mind, listening to Mark brag
reached his hand out, aiming to cover A
picked up her wine glass, taking a tac
r a second before he pulled it back, cleari
r wrist as she set the glass down, calcu
y ended. Mark signaled the
ict physical distance as they walked t
ain of the VIP booth was pushed aside. Preston,
d deep into the pockets of his tailored trouser
His eyes landed on Alaina w
ss Preston's face. "Alain
Preston's genuinely warm smile, a wave of complicated feelings washed over Alaina. He h
wave, her eyes inevitably slid
m the crystal chandelier above cast s
ed onto her like a pred
eemed to evaporate. Th
the tension, stepped up and gav
e puffed out his chest and extended a hand t
d so hard a muscle ticked visibly. A f
Mark's hand politely. He then gestur
Recognition hit Mark instantly. He knew the face of
pure sycophancy. He eagerly thr
meet you," Mark gushed. "I would love the
xtended hands. He didn't move
e. He shifted his gaze back to Alaina
ce turned a deep shade of red. He slowly pu
k turned to Preston. "So, h
Ivy League," Preston sm
om Jarred, slicing throug
ice was low, heavy, and dripping with double mean
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