CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
~ Stephano
He walked in like a fucking storm cloud in a tux.
Stephano Maddens. Broad-shouldered, smug-mouthed, wet-haired, sin-stained bastard of a man.
The second I saw him across the ballroom, I knew I was in trouble.
My heart didn’t beat. It slammed. My body didn’t freeze. It short-circuited. And the worst...