Alexander’s POV
The drive to the office is quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the faint memory of Claire’s stunned face flashing through my mind. A sharp laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. I rest my elbow on the car door, fingers brushing against my lips as the scene replays over and over.
Her wide eyes, the flicker of speechlessness—it’s too good. She thought she could rattle me, put me in my place? No, she doesn’t get to have the last word. Not with me. I shake my head slightly, my grip on the wheel tightening as I press the gas pedal further.
“You don’t get to make me look small, Claire Montgomery,” I think, smirking as I grip the wheel tighter. “I’m Alexander King. And you’ll know it soon enough.”
But then a thought creeps in, one that makes my smirk falter fo
