Alex pov It was “him.” The same man I had bumped into days ago. His presence was impossible to ignore, handsome, impeccably dressed, and exuding a quiet confidence that made me feel small in comparison. He smiled at me, his lips curving just enough to make it clear he knew the effect he had on people. My heart thudded hard against my chest. Up close, I noticed things I hadn’t before, a faint scar on his left cheek, the sharp line of his jaw, and the way his dark eyes softened as they settled on me. The contrast was jarring. This man had interrupted rudely, barging into our discussion like he owns the place, the last time he came yet here he was, his smile disarming. I placed his order on his table order, all the while feeling his gaze on me following my movement like it was a show. smiled, a slow, knowing smile that made my stomach flip. “Alex, right?” he asked, his voice smooth and unhurried, like velvet brushing against stone I blinked, caught off guard. “Yes, sir.”
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