Xavier's POV
The sharp sting on my cheek from her slap ignited a fire of anger inside me. The bouquet slipped from my hand, and fell to the ground unnoticed. Without thinking, I grabbed her arm and pulled her closer.
Looking deep into her eyes, I rumbled, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just dared to do? No one has ever laid a finger on me, but you—”
“Yes, and that’s why you’ve become so bold, acting like a playboy!” she yelled, shoving me away with surprising strength.
“Playboy?” I repeated. My brows knit in genuine confusion.
Her eyes flared with frustration. “Don’t you have any shame? A while ago, you found out that your baby didn’t make it, and now you’re here saying you want to pursue me? How—” Her voice broke, and she threw her hands in the air, shaking her head. “How
