Chapter 4

Bella was already completely sober, the room lit only by a single lamp.

Taking advantage of the dim light, she slipped her hands over Percival, her little strappy dress clinging to her curves.

"Percival," Bella whispered.

Percival shoved her hand aside with no regard.

"Don't bother me," he said coldly.

His icy words cut through Bella, leaving her stunned and motionless.

Percival's phone kept playing the voicemail redirect message.

He'd lost track of how many times he'd called, but no one ever picked up.

"No way. Lilian must just be mad. She didn't mean it," Percival kept mumbling under his…