MAYA
My heart dropped the moment our eyes met.
Tristan looked terrifyingly powerful standing there in his tailored black suit, shoulders squared, radiating raw dominance and barely contained rage. He was so handsome it hurt- sharp jaw clenched, dark eyes blazing with possessive fire.
But right now, that fire was directed at the man whose hands were still on my waist.
I quickly straightened myself, stepping away from Andre’s hold. My pulse thundered as I moved forward and grabbed Tristan’s arm, trying to act calm and natural in front of the people watching us in the hallway.
“I was just coming,” I said with a bright, wide smile, the kind I used when I was nervous but trying to look like a happy girl seeing her favorite person. And in many ways, it was true. Tristan was my favorite. My
