The evening wore on, the event buzzing with chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. Adrian and Olivia played their roles flawlessly—posing for photos, exchanging teasing remarks, leaning in just enough to sell the illusion.
But the more they played the part, the more Olivia felt the lines blurring.
A slow melody began playing, and couples started drifting onto the dance floor.
Adrian turned to her, his eyes glinting under the dim lighting. "Dance with me."
Olivia hesitated. "Is that really necessary?"
He smirked. "Absolutely."
Before she could argue, he was already guiding her toward the floor, his hand warm on the small of her back.
She swallowed hard as he pulled her close.
"Relax, Carter," he murmured. "It's just a dance."
But as his hand tightened around hers, their bodies moving in sync with the music, she wasn't so sure.
His scent—sandalwood and something distinctly him—wrapped around her, making it harder to focus.
She could feel his heartbeat against her own, steady and strong.
"You're quiet," he said, tilting his head to study her.
She met his gaze, trying to regain control. "I'm just… thinking."
"Dangerous habit," he teased.
She huffed a soft laugh, but it died the moment Adrian leaned in, his lips just inches from her ear.
"If this weren't fake…" his voice was low, almost hypnotic, "…would you still be in my arms right now?"
Her breath caught.
She hated that she didn't have an immediate answer.
"I don't play these games, Adrian," she whispered.
He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, his expression unreadable. "Neither do I."
For a moment, the world around them faded—the cameras, the whispers, the reason they were even doing this in the first place.
It was just them.
And that terrified her.
But before she could react, a sharp voice cut through the moment.
"Well, well. Isn't this cozy?"
Olivia turned toward the source, her stomach dropping.
A woman stood at the edge of the dance floor, arms crossed, watching them with an amused smirk.
She was stunning—tall, dark-haired, and exuding a confidence that made Olivia instantly wary.
Adrian's entire body tensed.
"Madeline," he said, his voice colder than she'd ever heard.
Olivia's blood ran cold.
Because she knew that name.
Madeline Cross.
The woman at the center of Adrian's biggest scandal.
And the woman who just might ruin everything.