His Unveiled Passion

Quentin's expression wasn't much better. His molars were practically grinding to dust. "Unbelievable! Naomi actually had the nerve to hire male escorts!"

Stephen's gaze darkened as he watched Tessa with a drink in one hand, the other running over one of the models' chiseled pecs.

The lingering taste of tequila mixed with the lime's sour tang and the burn of hard liquor still clung to his mouth, and suddenly, even the air seemed to turn sour.

He couldn't watch any longer. With a sharp motion, he shot to his feet, the sudden movement startling Quentin beside him. "Stephen, what are you doing?"

"I'm taking her home."

Quentin grabbed his arm. "Calm down. You can't show up right now. If James has any eyes in this bar, then everything you sacrificed-almost dying just to break up will have been for nothing."

Stephen clenched his fists, fully aware of the logic.

Not far away, Tessa's laughter rang out, sweet as blooming flowers. The men surrounding her were practically falling over themselves to impress her, while Naomi cheered them on with drunken delight.

Stephen's face turned gloomier as he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say a word, Quentin suddenly bolted from the booth, leaving a chill in his wake.

Following his gaze, Stephen spotted Naomi, drunk and swaying as she leaned against one of the models' sculpted chests, her face flushed with intoxicated bliss.

Seeing Quentin storm over, Stephen quickly moved to a spot outside Tessa's line of sight so that he would not be recognized.

handsome model's chest when her body was yanked into a warmer,

could react, Quentin threw a punch that

impact, fury flashing across his face as he instinctively raised a fist to retaliate. But one of his colleagues grabbed

reaching out to check on the escort. "Hey, you okay,

face was twisted in anger, his neck and cheeks

Here-let me cover your medical expenses." Naomi quickly rummaged through her purse and pulled out a few banknotes before stuffing them into the escort's hands.

yanked

through the haze of alcohol, she stared at Quentin

home," he replied without missing a beat, then turned back to Naomi, his grip firm. "Come on.

before asking, "Is... Is he here

"No, I came alone."

through her

arms, basking in

gaze, Tessa clutched the bottle in

Can't you just talk like a normal

let out a

"And

am I supposed

to when