Wesley saw her.
The moment his eyes flicked past Delilah’s shoulder and landed on the woman standing silently at the door, something in him snapped back into place. It was sharp, sudden, undeniable.
“Riana...” he called out to her breathlessly. The name left his mouth before he could stop it.
“We’ll meet another time, Wesley. Seems that you are… busy” she then left before he could stop her.
His lips broke away from Delilah’s, the warmth vanishing as if it had never belonged there. He pushed Delilah aside, standing abruptly and ignored her anger.
He moved fast, turning toward the door. In one swift, irritated motion, he tugged at his jacket and zipped his pants, his attention already elsewhere.
Delilah stumbled, catching the edge of the desk. “Wesley… wait—”
He didn’t
