KANE'S POV
The room buzzed with low laughter and conversations, but none of it reached me fully. I stood there, half-listening to some minor shareholder ramble about growth charts and quarterly figures, but my eyes followed her.
Aria.
I hadn’t meant to say that much about how we "met." I planned to keep the fake story short, crisp, strategic—like everything else I do.
But the moment the ladies turned to me with that amused sparkle in their eyes, expecting charm, warmth, love... something slipped.
She looked at me with that grin, practically daring me to talk. So I did. And I overspoke. Rambling, even. I don’t ramble.
She knew exactly what she was doing, tossing the story back to me like that. And I took the bait, like an i***t. My brain still relished the memory of her eyes wideni
