Chapter 54. Three Steps from Fucking

Hermes POV

Fuck.

I leave the restroom after that bastard goes out. I didn’t do anything. I didn’t want to do anything.

For a moment, I wanted to smash his head on the sink, but then I remember—

It’s not my fucking problem.

I don’t own June.

I don’t.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache already clawing through. I need a drink. I need the party to be over.

“Mr. Grande.” Paul stops me midway to the drink section. Wrong fucking timing.

My jaw ticks. “What is it?”

Paul beams like a drunk idiot. “It’s time for the special dance,” he says.

My brows shoot up. “What special dance?”

“Sir, your father always held a waltz at every gala. It’s tradition.”

I scoff, sharp and humorless. “Then let’s drop that.” I move to brush past, but he blocks me again.

“I’m sorry, Boss, but this is what the press looks forward to every gala. We can’t just scrap it. It’ll be bad for the company’s PR.”

I s