Page 93 of King of Sin
The pen between his fingers slipped from his grasp and landed on the desk with a soft clatter.
A frown appeared between his brows.
"What are you doing here?"
Alexa took a slow breath before forcing a pleasant smile onto her face. Despite the irritation burning inside her chest, she maintained her composure and gracefully walked toward the desk.
Stopping directly in front of him, she tilted her head slightly and studied his face.
"What happened?" she asked lightly, her voice carrying a teasing note. "Were you expecting Juliet?"
As she spoke, she placed both hands on the desk and leaned forward slightly. The movement caused the neckline of her blouse to dip lower, revealing more skin than before. Her eyes widened innocently as she looked at him through her lashes.
"But I understand," she continued with a soft laugh. "You have been friends with her for so many years. It's only natural that you'd miss her sometimes."
Her gaze never left his face.
She carefully watched every subtle reaction, every twitch of his expression.
"I'm honestly surprised, though," she added casually. "She never seemed particularly interested in you. She always looked so indifferent, yet you seem to think about her quite often."
Vincent's jaw immediately tightened. The muscles along his face became rigid. A trace of annoyance flickered through his eyes.
"It's nothing," he replied flatly.
His voice sounded colder than before.
"Just a slip of the tongue."
Leaning back slightly in his chair, he looked away for a brief moment before continuing.
"We've known each other for years. Sometimes her name comes out automatically."
His expression remained indifferent as he added, "Besides, she used to come here constantly. It became a headache after a while."
"You're right. That's what I expected."
Alexa's smile immediately widened.
Satisfaction sparkled in her eyes.
Straightening her body, she casually shrugged her shoulders before crossing one arm over her waist.
"I know exactly how difficult she could be," she said. "Honestly, I always thought she misunderstood the situation. She treated you like some close friend, but then she forced a marriage onto you. That couldn't have been easy for you."
Vincent shifted slightly in his chair.
For some reason, the conversation made him uncomfortable.
His brows furrowed deeper.
"It's fine."
His response was short and clipped.
Clearly unwilling to continue discussing the topic, he lifted his gaze toward her.
"So why are you here?"
