Chapter 30

Madison

I felt my stomach churn as Abigail pressed herself against Alexander, her curves molding to his body in what could only be described as an obscene display of public affection. My fingers gripped my phone tighter, knuckles turning white.

The sight brought back memories of our heated moments in his office, the way his hands had roamed over my body. But watching him with Abigail now made me question everything. Was I just another conquest? Another notch in his expensive leather belt?

I tried to swallow past the lump in my throat as memories of his touch flooded my mind—his fingers trailing up my thigh, his hot breath on my neck, the way he’d pressed me against his desk. But seeing him with Abigail made those moments feel cheap and meaningless.

“It was lovely seeing you tonight,” Abigail purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.

“Always a pleasure, Abigail.” Alexander’s tone was smooth, his hand resting lightly on her back.