“Sienna, it’s been so long. Haven’t you missed me?”
I pushed his face away, scowling. “Your fiancée is downstairs, and you’re acting like this?”
“She knows about you,” he said with a smirk. “She came here today on purpose to show you who’s boss. I’m just here to remind you, out of the kindness of my heart. Everyone knows how long you’ve been chasing me. So, for my sake, why don’t you just bear with it, huh?”
“You’re disgusting!” I cut him off, my voice sharp.
He acted unfazed, shrugging with that insufferable smirk of his. “Come on, I know you love me. Why not just settle for being my mistress? Isn’t that enough for you?”
His eyes sparkled with expectation as if I should be grateful for this so-called privilege. Those alluring eyes—so intense they could melt hearts—wandered to my collarbone, darkening with desire.
Then, Lance leaned in to kiss me, but the crash of glass shattering from downstairs stopped him in his tracks.
Hearing it, he pushed me away as if I were poison and his face instantly became composed.
“What’s going on?” I demanded, my chest tightening with unease.