"…I know you're an escort, so just name your price and I'll pay it…"
Caspian's thin patience was stretched out further with every slimy man that approached him.
Although the drunk Alpha talking to him was wearing a very expensive velvet suit, he was so close to splashing his champagne on him.
With how shit-faced he was, Caspian doubted he would even notice.
"I already said I wasn't," He said curtly, "So move it along."
"Don't be like that now…" He weaved on his feet and Caspian hoped he would fall flat on his face so that he would be spared this conversation.
"You're too pretty not to be one…" He slurred his words, red faced and leering.
Caspian irritated expression morphed into one of disgust, he couldn't tell if it was a compliment or an insult.
Both possibilities were equally annoying.
He started to search around for Asher when he couldn't get the Alpha to leave.
