Twenty Eight

SCARLET POV

I had no idea how the conference ended... The evening had gone by in a blur after Kristine had come to find us in the room we'd been locked in.

She'd gotten someone to help her get Raphael out of the party without anyone noticing his drunken state and then she'd told me without mincing words that she wouldn't be doing business with me.

It was as well because I didn't want to have anything to do with anything related to Raphael.

He was dangerous, more dangerous than I thought he was.

Groaning, I clutched my hair and slammed my head against my office desk.

I hadn't even been drunk and yet I'd kissed him back, and I still couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Enough of this bullshit" I yelled into the space, got up from my seat, and started to pace the room.

Would he remember? He'd been drunk and he'd also called me Eve... Maybe it was her he thought he kissed... He'd confessed that Eve was his first love.

"But it's so absurd. He literally never even talked to me once" except a