Chapter 8
Evelyn Sullivan glanced at Sophia Reynolds. “Let’s go home.”
“Home is boring!” Sophia grabbed her arm. “To celebrate your return to MY Fashion Group and your upcoming freedom from that miserable marriage, I booked us a VIP booth at Mirage Club. Heard they just got a fresh batch of male models—all top-tier!”
Evelyn arched a brow. “You just want to see them yourself, don’t you?”
Sophia leaned in, whispering shamelessly, “Darling, you’ve only had eyes for Ethan Sullivan all these years. You haven’t lived. Tonight, I’ll show you what you’ve been missing. Guaranteed to make you forget that scumbag.”
“Not interested.”
As Evelyn turned to leave, Sophia yanked her back. “Do it for me! Or are you still playing the loyal wife for that heartless man?”
Evelyn sighed. “One time only.”
Sophia beamed and dragged her toward the door. “Let’s go! Dinner first!”
Night fell as they stepped into Mirage Club. Deafening music pulsed through the air. The dance floor throbbed with bodies moving under kaleidoscopic lights.
Upstairs in a glass-walled VIP booth, two male models waited.
“Well?” Sophia winked. “The one on the left is yours. I’ll take the right.”
Evelyn gave the handsome young man a cursory glance. “You can have both.”
“No way!” Sophia signaled the model. “Go keep Ms. Sullivan company.”
The model named Jay settled beside Evelyn, admiration flashing in his eyes. “Would you like me to sing or dance for you?”
“Just sit there.”
Across the table, Sophia was already feeding grapes to her model. Evelyn looked away, her ears tingeing pink.
Meanwhile, Lucas Laurier froze mid-step as he passed the booth. A smirk curled his lips after a confirming glance.
Pushing into the neighboring booth, he was greeted by Alexander King’s teasing voice. “Late as usual, Lucas. You’re buying tonight!”
Ethan Sullivan sat alone in the corner, radiating icy detachment.
Lucas shot him a meaningful look. “Guess who I just saw? Your little wife playing with male models next door.”
A glass slammed onto the table.
Ethan stood, his expression thunderous, and strode out without a word.
Lucas raised a brow. “Thought he was into Isabella Jackson. Why the overreaction?”
Alexander shrugged. “Male pride.” He pulled his date closer and snapped a selfie, promptly posting it online.
Ryan Paisley drained his glass in one gulp.
Back in the glass booth, Sophia was egging Evelyn on. “Pay up!” She shoved a grape into Evelyn’s hand.
Evelyn lifted it reluctantly—
The door burst open.
“Evelyn. Sullivan.”
Ethan stood framed in the doorway, his eyes dark with fury.
