Davina's POV
My eyes searched Irvin's face desperately, my voice trembling with need. "Please, I want to come."
His expression stayed hard, unwavering. "I said no."
My heart plummeted, disappointment crushing my chest. "It's a club," I tried to make him understand.
Irvin cocked an eyebrow, something flickering in his gaze.
"So what's the issue?"
"Maybe you could go alone, without me."
Pain twisted through my features.
Irvin stopped, his stare boring into mine. For a heartbeat, I caught something raw in his eyes, but his usual indifferent mask slipped back into place.
Irvin didn't want me there? Was that it?
"Is that the issue—you don't want me with you?"
I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Irvin exhaled heavily, his frame deflating. He grabbed a bag, digging through it until he pulled out car keys.
"Head to the garage and wait. I need a shower...
unless you're planning to watch."
Heat flooded my cheeks as I spun around, bolting from the room.
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Irvin's POV
