The sheets were still tangled around your legs, your skin warm from where Alex Vitale’s hands had just been.

He stood at the edge of your bed now, shirtless, slipping his watch back onto his wrist like he hadn’t just ruined you minutes ago.

You watched him in silence, your heart pounding. He was all power and control, calculating, cold to the world, but with you, he played a different game.

Or maybe that’s just what you liked to tell yourself.

He didn’t even look at you as he buttoned his shirt. “Don’t wait up,” he muttered, voice indifferent, as if your presence didn’t even matter to him.

You felt the weight of his words more than you should’ve, but you kept your face impassive.

You knew the drill. You were never going to be the one he came back for, never the one he needed.