I don’t get into fights. I could easily destroy someone with one hand as humans are weak and measly, but with the reputation I needed to hold, there was no way I was going to let myself get involved with such a thing.
One wrong situation could land Wolff Enterprises in the newspapers and my stocks would plummet. All my years of blood, sweat, and tears down the drain. I was not stupid to let that happen.
And yet, here I was, my feet moving on the concrete path, bits of melted snow touching my fifty thousand dollar handmade Diciannoveventitre shoes. Each step I took I felt more and more regretful of my decision, but somehow, I just couldn’t stop myself from getting closer to her, to that scent, to that powerful and alluring smell that was making my nose itch endlessly.
“Just give us yo
