Page 92 of Theirs to Corrupt

In addition to another two people, a judge is seated at our table, near me.

As he picks up his water glass, gemstones in his ring dance in the candlelight. The exact same ring Dorian was wearing.

Any doubt I had that the Titans were real vanishes. Whether Pax will admit the truth or not, evidence is hiding in plain sight.

Dinner is a ridiculous affair, multiple courses with wine pairings. Thankfully it passes in a blur.

In a way, being with these gazillionaires isn’t a lot different than being a cocktail waitress who’s hustling for tips…except here, no one grabs my ass.

Then I remember what happened right after the ceremony.

Well, no one except my husbands.

Realizing the judge is talking to me, I force my wayward thoughts back to the conversation.

Smile, I remind myself, just like I did at work. Be attentive, make people feel good.

Shouldn’t be that difficult.

Effortlessly we move to the next room for the reception.

Link must have rented out the entire floor of this tower.

Once we’re there, a DJ is already spinning tunes, and a few people are dancing.

“We have a few obligations,” he says, leaning close. “First dance. A toast from Pax, and one from me. Saying hello to late arrivals.”

I nod.

“After the cake is cut, we’re leaving. And you’ll be ours in all ways.”

His expression is so laden with meaning that I instantly become damp.

We spend half an hour mingling, and I notice Marge, Nat, and David standing at a high-top table, cocktails in front of them.

The DJ spins a ballad, and David leads Natalie onto the dance floor, leaving Marge by herself.

“Will you excuse me?” I ask.

Pax frowns.

“I want to talk with Marge. Alone.” Something I haven’t had a chance to do yet.

He looks to Link before nodding. “Five minutes.”

Pax turns away and speaks into his watch.

As I walk toward Marge, Mira and Torin—dressed impeccably so no one would guess they’re security—move to a nearby table.

I sigh. But since I’m finally going to have a few minutes alone with my friend, I decide to keep my mouth shut.

When I near her, she puts down her whiskey and gives me a big hug. “Miss you at the bar, sugar.”

Recently the Rusty Nail was my life. Yet at the same time, it seems like forever since I walked through the door for the last time.

“You look happy.”

Do I?“Because you’re here! How did you find out?” I’m embarrassed that I didn’t ask Link to invite her.

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