Chapter 50. Cruel Fate

Hermes POV

“You’ve been quiet since we left SCC. What’s eating you?” Jake asks, signaling for another round.

I drain my glass in one go, but the burn does nothing to appease me.

Seeing June in that fitting room - it can’t be a fucking coincidence.

I earlier fed Charlotte some bullshit about an urgent office call to leave the building before I see her again, and dragged Jake out instead, though he wasn’t exactly thrilled, then somehow, we ended up in the one bar I swore I didn’t want to come to.

How the hell does that even happen? Out of all the fitting rooms on that floor, out of all the women I could’ve walked in on half-naked... it had to be her.

What the actual fuck? For a moment I thought I’d finally lost it. She shouldn’t have been there - but she was. Standing in front of me, lips parted, eyes wide.

It was as if fate reached down, grabbed her by the throat, and threw her back into my path - just to spit in my face.

How the