Serena's POV
All eyes burned into my back as I walked out beside Alexander. My fingers curled tightly against my palms, pulse thundering loud enough to drown out the whispers trailing behind me.
Of all the things I expected today, Alexander striding into my department and announcing that we were leaving was nowhere on the list.
'Well, he did show up earlier today.' My subconscious protested. But I didn't pay attention to it. That wasn't the point.
"Mr. Blackwood, there was really no need for you to fetch me," I blurted before my brain could stop my mouth. And why wouldn't I panic? The man had practically gift-wrapped fresh gossip for my colleagues—again.
All because of one night. One stupid, ill-advised night at a bar.
In my next life, I would never step foot in a bar. Heartbreak celebrations would strictly be held inside my house with zero billionaires involved.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice he had stopped until my forehead jolted against something solid.
