I left the hotel, I storm my way into Neon, where Xavier and Friends had taken over the VIP room. Xavier, who was supposed to be at the awards gala happening this very second. Xavier, who desperately needed more of an image cleanup than usual after Perry Wilson hit piece about his birthday party gone wild in Miami a few months ago.

I am going to kill him today. he should be and got on every single nerve i had.

He had promised he won't be partying for six months and here he was. Making another mess in one of his stupid parties with his stupid friends that were there just for the money. Xavier, who'd promised me he wouldn't step foot in a nightclub until we fixed said image.

I barely felt the pain in my feet as I stalked toward the banquette and stopped directly in front of him, blocking his view of the crowd. The women fluttering around him must've picked up on my intent to kill because they scattered faster than falling leaves on a gusty day.

A devilish smirk spread across his face. "You stalking me, gorgeous?"

I held up my phone, which displayed a lurid photo of Xavier tossing back a shot while a pretty blond straddled his lap. Castillo heir ditches gala honoring his dying father! "No clubs until we fix your image, and you were supposed to stay for the entirety of the gala."

That was our deal." "No, our deal was that I stay for the entire ceremony, which I did. The ceremony and the gala are not the same. As for the club thing..." A casual shrug. "Maybe you should've put it in writing." I grabbed the bottle from his hand. What I really wanted was to grab him and shake him, but I was mindful of the cameras "secretly" trained on us. People were less discreet than they thought they were.

"Get up," I said through gritted teeth. "We're going back to the hotel." Where I can knock some sense into you in peace.

"How was your date?" Xavier ignored my order and flicked his gaze over my face, down my dress, and to my feet. A tiny pinch formed between his brows.