Alexander spun around, his back stiff as a board.
Just a foot away, Lily stood with her arms crossed, her eyes locked on his, a teasing yet challenging glint in them. Their gazes met, and she couldn't help but mock, "So you just waltz into my room, huh? Didn't know Mr. Steele cared so little about boundaries."
Her lips twisted into a mocking smirk, while Alexander clenched his fists, standing firmly in place. "I need to ask you something," he said, his voice low and deliberate. "That blue diary I mentioned before." His voice was slow, every word dripping with intent.
Lily's eyes flickered with confusion. She did own a blue diary, but she'd kept it a secret from everyone. Inside its pages lay her deepest, darkest secrets—her love life. At the thought, her temper flared, and she glared at
