ELARA~
I sat across from Ray, trying my best to focus on dinner while my mind remained firmly trapped back in that dim bedroom with Isla.
I actually slept with her.
A soft chuckle escaped my lips before I could catch it, my fingers tracing the stem of my glass. Isla Matthews was mine. It hadn't started out as anything deep—just pure curiosity, and damn, that face card. But now? I had her in my grasp.
'I don't want you to go.'
Her quiet, raw words echoed softly in the back of my mind.
I looked across at Ray, a faint wave of regret settling over me. The main reason I'd agreed to this PR dinner in the first place was to make her jealous—to see if she'd react. But sitting here now, I just wanted to go home.
"You've barely touched your food," Ray said, leaning his elbows on the table and tilting his head. "You don't like the dish?"
"No, no, it's good," I murmured, offering a small, polite smile. "Just lost in thought, that's all."
