“Starting tomorrow, will you let me pursue you? One day, I want to be yours—openly and proudly.”
The darkness hid Selene’s expression, but there was barely any space between them; the sound of each other’s breaths was all they could hear.
Selene looked up, meeting Adrian’s eyes blazing bright in the shadows.
When she didn’t respond, Adrian’s breath caught in his chest.
Was she about to turn him down?
His hand braced against the wall beside her head, his fingers tightening, knuckles paling in the gloom.
Just then, the elevator doors slid open. Light spilled out, washing over Selene’s profile and catching the sharp glint in Adrian’s gaze.
He saw her leaning back against the wall, the corner of her lips curving upward. Laughter sparkled in her eyes.
She had guessed it already—knowing Adrian, there was no way he’d be the one to break things off. He was just trying to take control, flipping the script so he was the one calling the shots.
Their contract relationship was nothing more than a dead end, and Adrian had no intention of staying put.
As he was about to speak again, a shadow moved in, cutting him off.
Luke Holloway strode out of the elevator, and immediately caught sight of Selene, still cornered by Adrian’s arm.
A storm cloud settled over Luke’s face.
“Hey!” he barked, voice tight with irritation.
Adrian didn’t even glance at him. “What’s your problem? Can’t you see a boyfriend saying goodnight to his girlfriend?”
Luke’s glare was sharp enough to draw blood. If looks could kill, Adrian would be in pieces.
“You and Selene are just playing house on paper!”
Adrian let out a low, mocking laugh. “Tomorrow, that changes.”
Luke blinked, stunned, as Adrian gently took a lock of Selene’s hair between his fingers, pressing a lingering kiss to the silky strands.
“Goodnight, my girlfriend.”
His features were shadowed and deep, eyes as dark as the ocean—one look, and you’d be lost, unable to escape.
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