Mathieu doesn’t react to his presence-he just glares at me and heads back into the villa with fast, angry steps.
Alexander lets go of my hand. I try to calm myself, but it’s not easy-I’m tense.
"I suppose you heard everything."
"Just the part where you’re dying for me to screw you every way possible."
His voice is neither arrogant nor mocking.
A week without seeing him, and now here he is, right after hearing I’m desperate for him to f**k me. Great.
"I hope you’re proud of yourself."
He looks at me, confused.
"You hired Mathieu just to mess things up, right? Well done."
I turn to leave, but he grabs my wrist and forces me to face him. The touch of his skin against mine is electric.
Our eyes lock, and it’s like he turns me into stone with just his gaze.
His face is hidden behind
