~Leo’s~

“You always did like storming in, Leo. Must be the drama that turns you on,” Adele drawls as she leans against the archway, one arm cradling a crystal glass of wine.

Leo doesn’t blink. He walks right past her perfume-drenched air and into the living room like he owns the place. But this time, his fists are clenched. And his eyes? They’re not soft anymore.

“You lied again, Adele,” he says. “To me. To everyone.”

Adele sets the glass down slowly, like she’s trying to stay in control. Her robe shimmers like silver water, but there’s tension in her posture now. “You’re going to have to be more specific,...