Chapter 62

Roman’s POV

A few minutes ago, I was trying to escape the clingy grip of a girl I barely knew. She had latched onto me the moment I stepped through the entrance of the club, acting like we had been close for years. In reality, I had only exchanged a couple of words with her outside before walking in. Since then, she had been glued to my side, laughing too loudly, brushing against me every chance she got, and making it painfully clear what she wanted. Money and sex. That was all. Nothing more, nothing less.

It was the same old story, the same routine I had grown sick of. Everywhere I went, I met the same type of woman. Beautiful faces, perfect bodies, fake laughs. They didn’t care about who I was beyond the thickness of my wallet or what I could offer them in bed. They wanted status, expensive dinners, shopping sprees, and a night of bragging rights that they had been with Roman Hale. None of it felt real. None of it touched me in any meaningful way.