"It'll get cold," Alpha Adrian said. "I'll feed you."
"I don't need you to feed me."
"What, you want Alpha Gideon to do it?"
I stared at Alpha Adrian like he’d lost his mind.
“Sure, because someone with a dirty heart sees filth in everything.”
“Quit your job, and I’ll believe you and he are just colleagues.”
“Then don’t believe me.”
Alpha Adrian’s face darkened.
“You really want to keep working for him, as his secretary?”
I smirked, letting the defiance bleed through.
“Yup, exactly.”
“Vivian, you’re only cozying up to Alpha Gideon to piss me off, to get back at me!”
He was so convinced he’d seen through me.
In his mind, I must still love him, still carry him in my heart—Alpha Gideon was just a prop, a tool to make him jealous.
I let out a dry laugh, too tired to argue.
I sat
