The photo went viral in under an hour.
Me, in a gold, backless, silk dress. Laughing with a shirtless male model at a campaign advertisement. His hand was low on my waist, and his lips were too close to my ear.
Jace saw it.
And I knew exactly what it would do to him.
So I wore the same dress to the club that night.
Gold. Backless. No bra. No panties. Just skin and silk, my n*****s poking through.
I walked in like nothing had happened, but I barely made it five steps in when I felt his grip on my hand, the anger flowing through.
“Hey,” I said, tugging slightly. “What the hell?”
He didn’t answer, just dragged me past the bar down the hallway, until we reached the manager’s office. Then he slammed the door and locked it.
“Are you insane?” I hissed.
He turned on me. “You wore the sa
