Adrienne's nails dug into her palm beneath the table, every muscle screaming to shove him away. But she couldn't—not here, not now, not when Chloe's wide eyes were glued to them like a spectator at her own execution.
'My first kiss, it's gone under a mask,' Adrian froze.
Alexander finally pulled back, lips a breath away from hers. His thumb lingered at the corner of Adrienne's mouth, wiping away the ghost of the kiss as if he owned it. His gaze never wavered, blue eyes burning with a storm that twisted something deep inside Adrian's chest.
Chloe's voice cracked like glass. "You… you bastard. This isn't over." She staggered backwards, heels clicking frantically as she bolted out of the café. Heads turned, whispers stirred—but no one dared interfere.
Adrienne tried to pull her hand free from Alexander's iron grip, but his fingers only tightened around hers, possessive and unrelenting.
