ARIEL

I looked over my shoulder and saw Easton standing by the grand staircase.

He was surrounded by a group of gorgeous girls in obviously expensive dresses trying so hard to get his attention. But even if he smiled here and there to something they whispered about, he sure wasn't with them.

He was staring right at me, his jaw set, his eyes dark and unreadable as usual.

He looked pissed. And for some reason, that made me feel incredibly powerful.

As the night wore on, the formal atmosphere began to loosen up a bit. The older guests—the over zealous billionaires—started to filter out, leaving the house to the younger...