Victor
The world is spinning all around me and it seems like there is no anchor strong enough to hold me on the surface while I am helplessly falling to the pit. And then, there is Ian St. Claire coming out like the only solid thing amongst the shadows engulfing me. He is frowning at me, rightfully so, as he sits awkwardly on the sofa next to me, ready to give me the attitude the moment I start being a d*ick again. His words, not mine.
It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. I was almost fine until I saw him a few hours earlier. The moment he stepped into the room not even sparing a glance in my direction, my entire attention was glued to him. Goddess, that damn black tank top with the cargo pants in the same color and the large combat boots. Everything he wears compliments his sinful be
