Alex’s ears throbbed with the pulse of hip-hop music as he stepped into the club, still clad in his work attire after heading straight from the company.

For the first time since Jaxon had uncovered the truth about him, he felt a slight sense of relief. But another weight still pressed on his mind. Michael.

Weaving through the bodies moving on the dance floor, he made his way to the bar. The counter was crowded, but luck was on his side—an empty seat awaited him. ...