Chapter 277

Madison

Mom nudged my shoulder. “I’m just saying, at least you found a good one. Not like that Trevor character from high school.”

“We agreed never to speak of Trevor again,” I groaned, covering my face.

The comedian’s voice faded into the background as I wondered what Alexander was doing right now. Probably reviewing contracts or making million-dollar decisions from his penthouse.

Or maybe, just maybe, he was thinking of me too.

***

The rain pounded relentlessly against the windows of Alexander’s car as we navigated the dark, labyrinthine streets of New York. Each droplet seemed to hammer against the glass with a sense of urgency, mirroring the rapid, anxious beating of my heart.

The city lights outside transformed into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, diffused and distorted by the rain-streaked windows. This created an almost dreamlike atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the tension coiling inside the car.

“You’re qui