Alexis.
The second we stepped into Pierce’s suite, I felt it—his gaze. Heavy. Intense. Unrelenting.
I didn’t dare meet his eyes.
Instead, I fixated on the décor. Gold. So much gold. It was like walking into a royal vault. Everything screamed money and old power, and I was just trying not to trip over my own awe.
"What’s up with you?" His voice was casual, but I caught the undercurrent. He knew I was fidgeting.
"Nothing," I said quickly, forcing a smile that felt like cardboard. "Just happy the wedding’s over. Now I can go back to hating you in peace."
"Charming," he muttered. "Truly, I feel so loved."
“You didn’t have to say filthy things. And kiss my… you know, thing,” I added, my face heating.
He laughed, low and unbothered. “I didn’t say anything filthy. You’re the one thinking
