Maddy's POV
"Do you want to tell me what that was?" he asked, his voice low.
"What was?"
He arched a brow. "The photo. The club. The internet is blowing up over my fiancée dancing with some guy who's definitely not me."
My mouth went dry. "You saw it."
"I had to see it," he said sharply, running a hand through his hair. "It's everywhere. My PR team's panicking. My parents have even called asking if we've broken up. It's—" he stopped himself, shaking his head. "You tell me what happened. The truth."
My throat burned. "Nothing happened. I went out with Sarah. We were dancing. That guy just walked past. I don't even know his name. Someone must've taken it at the worst possible second. I swear."
Nate exhaled, long and heavy, then came around his desk, planting both hands
