Alexander
The door clicked shut behind her, and my pulse thundered in my ears. Lauren. She was here. Standing in front of me, as defiant and maddening as ever. Rising from my desk, I met her gaze.
“These matters don’t concern you,” she snapped, her voice sharp and dismissive. “The agreement is signed. I’m leaving.”
I approached her, her eyes widening as I stopped in front of her. “Move,” she nearly snarled, attempting to sidestep me. I blocked her again, my body a wall between her and the door. Her frustration only fueled the storm inside me.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my voice low, taut with restraint. “You’ll answer me.”
She crossed her arms, her defiance cutting through the tension. “Since you’ve already met my fiancé,” she said coldly, “who do you think the child belong
