CHLOE’S POV
The driver’s voice reaching my ears shook me out of my thoughts.
“We’re here, ma’am” he said gently.
I blinked, the words dragging me back to the reality I was in. My gaze slid toward the window, and the moment my eyes landed on the scene outside, the air caught in my throat.
There was Alex.
Leaning casually against one of his black cars, one hand tucked into his pocket, the other resting on the curve of Tatiana’s hip as if it made to be there. She was draped against him, her head tilted toward his chest, laughing at something he’d said to her.
My grip on the seat tightened.
“Wait,” I muttered to the driver, lifting a hand before he could move to open the door for me.
He raised an eyebrow but stayed back in his seat. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Alex’s fingers continue
