ONYX
"I thought Dad was going to make us sleep in his house yesterday," Cesarre complained as I adjusted his tie right before entering the theatre lobby through a grand staircase. Marco insisted on me doing this because all the photographers would be waiting in the designated area below to take photos of the guests. Then, after I twirled a few times before the cameras, I would be free for the night. And, honestly, I couldn't wait!
"Me too," I sighed, trying to block the memories of being locked in Fake Dad's suite. Conrad held us there for hours and hours, mostly to tell us how disappointed he was in Cesarre and his lack of results with Jessica but also to show me photographs of his older Alpha friends. Yuk.
Of course, most Alphas looked good, even if they were in their forties and fift
