011 — FIRST TASTE OF NICOTINE

AMANI

But not for the loud music blasting from the speakers, the entire club would’ve heard my voice. Instead, the only people who are aware of our little quarrel are the people around us.

I’m almost standing toe-to-toe with Bhyron, my chest heaving heavily with anger while he simply looks down at me with those icy blue eyes.

Instead of apologizing, he looks over my shoulder at Richie, the millionaire tech. guy.

“That was supposed to be a joke, Richie. But if you’d excuse me, I’d like to speak with Miss Amani in private.”

“Of course. I understand.” Richie nods and walks away.

Bhyron looks back at me, his sexy lips set in a hard, straight line.

“Let’s go to my office. We need to talk.”

Everyone has gone back to minding their business, but I can still feel some curious eyes on us. I fold my arms, lift my chin and stare him down.

“I don’t hear an apology.”

I fully expect him to brush me off or make some sarcastic remark. However, to my surprise, his eyes darken with a strange emotion an