Alexander Vale 16    

Another time, Celeste was leaning over Alexander's desk to show him something on his laptop, and before she could react, his arm snaked around her waist, pulling her right onto his lap.

She yelped, eyes wide. "Alexander!"

He barely looked up from the screen. "Hmm?"

"We are at work," she hissed, face burning.

His fingers drummed lazily against her thigh. "And?"

Celeste opened her mouth to argue but then saw the way his lips twitched—he was enjoying this.

The man who used to bark orders like a ruthless king was now a smug, insufferable boyfriend in his own office.

And God help them all, because Alexander Vale had zero shame about it.

The moment it was official?

The day Alexander literally refused to let Celeste sit anywhere except beside him at lunch.