Madison Hale Vs Cassidy Over Me

The glasses kept clinking. The champagne never seemed to stop.

Parker lost count after his fifth glass—maybe sixth. Definitely more than the one he'd agreed to.

The room had taken on a surreal warmth. Music low, smooth, just a bass thump under the hum of voices. His body felt lighter, his head a little heavier. He was buzzed, that sweet spot where everything was too funny, and the teasing had escalated from clever quips to straight-up roasting.

"Who even gets that serious reading contracts?" Ava teased, refilling his glass—again.

Parker squinted at her. "It's called not getting screwed in a deal. Some of us read before we sign shit."

Claire snorted. "Okay, lawyer boy—relax. It's your own legal team here. What do you think we're gonna do? Sue you for fun?"

Alina grinned. "Ooo, we could totally fake bill him for the extra champagne. Professional hazard."

Parker rolled his eyes but couldn't fight the grin spreading on his lips.