My eyes flicked to the side view mirror and stared at the headlights of the truck that was behind them. Staring directly at the bright lights, it felt like the vehicle was coming for me and would run me over, and maybe I wanted them too.

As usual, whenever one of these events was being held at the sleek silver tower of Peter’s family business, a red carpet was lined up out the door and down the few stairs. Limousines and an array of other fancy cars were lining up to pull up to the VIP section. This was where the media were waiting to take pictures. Mr. and Mrs. Cunningham were standing outside, acting as gracious hosts. We pulled into the line behind another silver car and waited for our turn.

“Now remember what I told you, don’t mention anything about the Fisher debacle,” Peter said, and I turned to look at him for the first time since getting in the car. I had no idea what he was talking about, so he didn’t have to worry about me saying anything.

We pulled up to the front of the building, and I plastered a smile on my face. Guess this was show time.

CAIN

The moment that Kirby stepped outside her dorm building dressed in the unbelievably sexy dress meant to please another man, I knew she would need to be taught a lesson. She needed to know who she belonged to, and it wasn’t Peter. My cock hardened, staring at her, and once more, I was confronted with a primal reaction that I couldn’t wrap my brain around.

I shifted in my seat as I waited for them to reappear across the street from the lavish event. With every hour that passed, the anger that had always been the one consistent emotion in my body burned a little brighter. My hands clenched the steering wheel of the truck as my gaze never left the front doors or the VIP section. The attendants were bringing cars up to those heading out for the night.

I couldn’t help wondering what my Sunshine was doing inside that building. Was she eating fancy little finger foods and making meaningless conversation, or was she pressed against some dirty bathroom wall and being fucked like the bad girl she was?

A limo pulled up to the front, and the driver got out and held open the door. I didn’t pay too much attention until the flash of violet caught my eye. Kirby had obviously had too much to drink. She was holding the dainty heels in one hand and was swaying as she tried to make it down the stairs. Peter was close to the same, his shirt was partially undone, and the tie he’d been wearing was now hanging from a pocket.