Dante was in his office at Sovereign Global. He had built the company slowly and discreetly as a teenager until it blew up.
A lot of politicians like his father believed he was going to follow in his father's footsteps one day by campaigning for a seat and ruling alongside him.
It was expected since he was still his father's first son, but Dante had no business doing such a thing.
His face was grim as he glared at the papers on his desk awaiting his signature. He read a line once, but the words didn't make sense. He tried reading them again, but the same thing happened.
His mind kept going back to the night he'd kissed Alisha. True, he was drunk, but not that drunk to make a move on her especially since there was no audience for them to impress. And worst, her reaction made it known that he'd done the wrong thing.
