Lorenzo's POV
The business meeting stretches on, but I’m not really paying attention. I keep glancing at Alexander, who’s sitting across from me, looking distracted as well. He doesn’t seem to be listening; his mind is elsewhere, and it’s obvious where it is.
"Mr. Vitali,” one of the men asks, his voice low. “Is everything okay, sir? You seem a bit out of it.”
Alexander blinks, snapping back to the conversation, and then smiles. “Nothing. Just thinking about someone.”
The other men laugh, teasing him. “Oh, my guy, are you in love? Who is she? Tell us.”
I know exactly where this is going. I feel the tension in my chest tighten as Alexander looks at me, his face smug. I know very well who he’s thinking about—Elara. My woman.
He doesn’t say anything at first, just smiles in that infuria
