MELISSA'S POV
“No. No. No.”
That couldn’t be—
“Xavier?!” I blurted before I could stop myself.
He turned around like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Like I wasn’t standing there, mouth open with my heart pounding.
Like I hadn’t just signed a modeling contract, only to walk in and see him standing at the center of the studio—under the lights, dressed in all black, hair pushed back, arms crossed like it was his set.
My blood ran cold.
“Hey,” he said casually.
Marco stepped up beside me, smiling. “Don’t look so shocked! You two do know each other. Half the internet thinks you’re dating already.”
I blinked. “What?”
“Oh, come on,” Marco laughed. “That one video of you two at the fundraiser? That clip has like three million views. People are obsessed. Honestly, I though
