Chapter 62 Dinner with Nicholas

Alicia Davenport I stared at my phone, my grip tightening around it. Dinner? With Nicholas? I wanted to scream. Or throw something. Or maybe both. He was infuriating. That smug, arrogant bastard knew exactly what he was doing, and I hated that he was getting under my skin. But what annoyed me even more was that I had agreed to it. I agreed to have dinner with him. What the hell was wrong with me? I groaned, tossing my phone onto the bed and running a hand through my hair. This was a mistake. A huge mistake. But if I wanted answers—if I wanted to know exactly what kind of deal Nicholas had made with Mr. Laquan—I had no choice but to play along. For now. ~~~ At the dinner, I had debated not showing up. I had debated ignoring him. But at the end of the day, my curiosity won. So here I was, sitting at a table in a ridiculously fancy restaurant, waiting for the man I despised. And, of course, he was late. Typical. I tapped my fingers impatiently against the table, my