Jasmine slipped on her sunglasses, turned quietly on her heel, and left, resisting the urge to storm back in and slap the deceitful pair across their smug faces.

Inside the private lounge, George sat in a shadowed corner, his eyes scanning Zoey’s blushing cheeks, the laughter surrounding her only amplifying his discomfort. Silently, he downed the amber liquid in his glass.

As he set the empty tumbler on the table, a flicker of movement outside the door caught his ...