Lisa’s POV
“What are you doing?” I asked. Utterly stunned.
“Dance with me.” He replied, no context, nothing… And he was already pulling me elsewhere.
“What do you mean ‘dance with you’?” I asked, already halfway pulled into the center of the marble floor.
Ronan didn't respond immediately. Of course not. That would’ve been too easy. Instead, he simply smirked, his hand on my waist like we’d done this a thousand times.
I rolled my eyes and kept them aimed anywhere but at him. The lights above us dimmed, a soft sweep of deep blues humming to life from the speakers around the room. Apparently, the moment was already decided.
I didn’t want this.
I didn’t want to be put on display like I was someone’s trophy wife for everyone to watch and whisper about. But then he leaned in, voice barely
