Chapter 22. What Are You Doing Here?

Calista’s POV

I pushed Cedric away hastily and stood up, feeling flustered and awkward. He let out a frustrated gasp. “God damn it,” he muttered, rolling his eyes as he composed himself. Meanwhile, I hurriedly grabbed my shirt and hastily put it back on, my movements filled with urgency. Cedric ran a hand through his hair in a similar attempt to regain composure, both of us pretending as though our passionate moment hadn’t just occurred.

The door knocked again.

“Could you wait?” Cedric snapped with irritation and aggression in his voice. I stood behind him, clutching my chest with one hand, feeling exposed and embarrassed. He opened the door, and I was surprised to see Zane standing there, his hands casually tucked into his pockets.

The awkwardness in the room was palpable, and I couldn’t help but wonder what Zane was thinking as his eyes lingered on me. Did he assume I had slept with Cedric? The thought made me uneasy, feeling a sense of trouble loomi