Xavier POV
The VVIP lounge hummed with a low frequency bass that vibrated through the soles of my shoes, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears.
"Oh, wait a minute... I need to have one word with Elon," Marissa said.
The name felt like a physical strike against my ribs. I felt my jaw lock, the muscles in my neck cording with a sudden, violent possessiveness. For a heartbeat, the "gentleman" vanished, replaced by the predator who had tracked her for years. I caught myself just in time, smoothing my features into a practiced, empty smile that didn't reach my eyes.
The f**k does he think he is?
"I don't think that was a proper closure," she added, her voice light, almost melodic against the thumping music.
"So I need to go speak with him for a moment. He was sweet, after
