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.

snickering against the handsome model's chest

threw a punch that landed squarely on the escort's cheek.

fury flashing across his face as he instinctively raised a fist

and stumbled forward, instinctively reaching out to check on the escort. "Hey, you

neck and cheeks flushed red as he

few banknotes before stuffing them into the escort's hands. "Sorry, this is all

was like thunder as he yanked her back

Blinking through the haze of alcohol, she stared at Quentin in surprise. "Quentin, what are you

without missing a beat, then turned back

hesitated before asking, "Is... Is he here

"No, I came alone."

through

not. Right now, he was wrapped in another woman's arms, basking in whispers and gentle touches. Why would he

bottle in her

you insane, Quentin? Can't you just talk like a normal person? What's with the

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