Betty’s POV

The game had started again, and the table began to buzz with laughter. The men clinked glasses as they shared casual jokes. The men were back in their comfort zone, but I couldn’t shake the memory of what had just happened. My pulse still raced, my skin still tingled from Ivan’s touch.

I still felt his lips burn on my hand where he had kissed. The way he handled the man was just a simple comment to make his stand strong. No one was allowed to disrespect me. Only he had that ...