—Mabel—
All of a sudden, I couldn't hold his gaze. I lowered my gaze to the floor, but Alec didn't relent.
He placed a finger under my chin, and lifted my face until my gaze met his. His cologne wrapped around me, a quiet reminder of the times we were lost in the sheets.
“Is it Tom?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I nodded.
He dropped his hand, and with that, a part of me crumbled.
“You've been seeing him behind my back?”
I gasped. “No, it's not like that. He came to my office.”
“Why do I have a feeling this isn't the first time he's visited you?
“Alec.” I tried to touch him, but he stepped back.
“I would prefer you speak with your mouth.”
My heart shattered. I blinked back tears.
“Actually, it's not the first time he's visited my office," I confessed. “But I assure you, nothing happen
