The restaurant was mildly filled up with low chattering. I barely walked in when a waiter approached me.
“Welcome, Alpha Trent. Right this way, please.” He said with a bow.
I shot him a half-assed smile and followed him briskly. A few heads turned and stared at me. I lowered my face, hating the damn attention.
We arrived at the table and there she was, sitting so calmly with that mischievous, bitchy smile.
“Thank you,” I waved off the waiter and he left.
I slid into my seat, fuming. “You’re pushing it, you know that?”
She grinned. “Good to see you too.”
I snapped in a hushed voice. “What the hell, Tracy? We're meeting in a restaurant now? In broad daylight? In front of a handful of people capable of spreading shitty rumors about us? Where's your head at?”
She pouted, glancing
