Chapter 7
Griffin pulled me into a private VIP booth at the back of Sapphire, his strong hands. gripping my waist. The music faded to a dull thump as the heavy curtain closed
behind us.
What happened next left me breathless, my back pressed against the
e
wall as
his lips claimed mine. His hands seemed to be everywhere at once, sliding beneath my silk blouse, unzipping my skirt with practiced ease.
“Wait,” I gasped, but my body betrayed me, arching toward him.
“You still want me to stop?” he murmured against my neck, his fingers teasing
between my thighs until I couldn’t think straight.
I surrendered completely, forgetting where we were, who might hear us. When it was over, I slumped against him, my legs still trembling.
He gently brushed my hair from my face. “Olivia Johnson. First you leave without saying goodbye, then you pretend not to know me when we meet again. Are you trying to hurt my feelings?”
My eyes widened. “How do you know my full name?”
His smile was triumphant. “Because I know exactly who you are, Olivia Johnson.” “And you’re not just some random hookup I met at a hotel,” I said slowly as realization dawned. “You’re Griffin Hayes, tech genius and billionaire heir to Hayes
Enterprises.”
The realization hit me like a truck. That’s why he looked so familiar! We’d gone to Beverly Hills High together. He was the infamous troublemaker from the class
across the hall.
“You were that annoying kid who used to torment my friends and me,” I said, memories flooding back. “I couldn’t stand you.”
He laughed. “Oh, I remember. Especially that day during sophomore year when your class was on cleaning duty. My friends and I were being jerks, messing up your freshly mopped floors.”
“And I jabbed you in the stomach with a meter stick and pushed you out the door,”
I finished, mortified.
“You said, and I quote, ‘Touch our clean floor again and next time I’ll aim lower,” Griffin recalled, looking impressed. “I knew right then you were different. Most girls were falling all over themselves to get my attention.”
“Karma’s a bitch,” I muttered. “I poked you once with a stick fifteen years ago, and now you’re getting payback.”
His eyes darkened as he leaned closer. “Oh, I’m just getting started with my
revenge.”
