Olivia
Alexander took a sharp turn, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. "Victoria's feeding them information to manipulate you."
"That doesn't answer my question."
"Natasha was a woman I dated in Paris three years ago. It didn't end well."
"Define 'didn't end well.'"
"She wanted more than I was willing to give."
"Marriage?" I asked.
"Love," he corrected, his voice flat.
The word hung between us, heavy with implication. I stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past.
"And the hidden room?"
Alexander's mouth quirked up. "Not nearly as scandalous as they made it sound. It's a private office where I keep sensitive business documents."
"So not a s*x dungeon filled with whips and chains?" The words slipped out before I could stop them.
"Is that what you were imagin
