IVAN'S POV

I did not want to be in this godforsaken place. Anywhere else would be preferable. Maybe the office or the kitchen of my home….with Reign in it.

I sighed, remembering how cold she was to me this morning. I deserved it after all. I shoved my hands in my pants trousers and snatched up a flute of champagne from a passing waitress. I downed it one go before giving up and moving to the bar. I wanted to get drunk and forget everything and everybody.

My father

Melanie ...