That woman.
Why the hell was she even calling him now, right when his mood was perfect for once? Typical Scarlet Draven behavior. Like, she had some sixth sense for ruining his day on purpose.
Scarlet Draven—his old boss at the club way too high-end for a teenager to work at. She was stupid rich too, so the fact she even ran the place herself felt suspicious. Parker had been certain from day one that she didn't need the money. No, her reasons were way more twisted.
And he knew this because he had accidentally discovered her dirty little—big secret.
It had been a fluke. Pure, dumb luck. One night, a simple slip-up in her carefully crafted mask of perfection, and boom—he'd seen what she really was.
She'd tried to kill him for it.