Olivia's POV
After changing back into my clothes, I left the locker room and walked out of the club through the back door. As I made my way toward the gate, I noticed a masked man leaning against a black Mercedes. Instantly, I knew it was Alpha Enzo, and a nervous gulp went down my throat. What was he doing here? I thought he had left a long time ago.
Composing myself, I thought about ignoring him, but I couldn’t. My feet moved toward him, and I had to obey, making my way closer. Standing before him, our gazes locked, and I swallowed hard again. I hated how his intense green gaze made me feel so nervous.
“Why are you here?” I asked, my voice firm as I tried to appear composed and confident.
For a moment, he didn’t respond. His gaze remained fixed on me, and that silent, powerful stare
