~Back at the club~
Trevor had already braced himself for Vera's outburst—whether it be a slap, a scolding, or an icy glare. But surprisingly, none of it came. Instead, she responded with the same fervor, her lips moving against his as if she had been waiting for this moment just as much as he had.
Trevor froze momentarily, shocked by her reaction. But before he could pull away, Vera took control, gripping his collar and pulling him back into the kiss.
His heart pounded wildly. He wasn't sure what this meant, but he wasn't about to let himself get carried away. Gently, he grasped her wrists and pulled back, his breath uneven.
"Vera, look at me," he said, his voice low but firm.
She arched a brow at him, her expression calm and collected. "What?"
Trevor searched her face, hesitating before he spoke. "Do you recognize who you're with right now?"
His voice carried a hint of trepidation. He was afraid—afraid she would whisper another man's name. Davis.
