Cain's POV

“Say that again.”

I put down the drink I’d barely touched and looked at Roxy.

She stood in the middle of my room, still dressed in whatever she’d worn to meet my father. Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she had that guarded look she got whenever she was about to tell me something she knew I wouldn’t like.

“Richard wants me to date Daniel,” she repeated. “Show up at a few events together, take some pictures, give the press a happier story to write about. Mum has already spoken to his mother, and apparently, Daniel is fine with it.”

I scoffed. “And you came here...