Nicoles’ POV
Under the dazzling crystal chandelier, Bryce Winston's gel-covered face shines as bright as a mirror. He strides toward me with an air of confidence, clutching a champagne glass, completely ignoring the presence of Alex beside me.
"Nicole! My darling!" he calls out, acting overly familiar as he stretches his arms wide, the heavy scent of his cologne preceding him. "Seeing you here tonight is the greatest surprise! I knew I still held a place in your heart!" He leans in, attempting a cheek kiss.
But before I have the chance to plant my heel on his polished shoe, a firm and steady arm intercedes between Bryce and me.
"Mr. Winston," Alex’s voice is soft yet cuts through the noise like a blade over ice. He steps forward, positioning himself protectively in front of me with an
