Prince held onto me tightly, his grip firm as he forced me to face Kingston. I was both disappointed and angry because I realized that Prince was right again, and I was the fool. My heart was racing, and my mind was swirling with a mixture of emotions as I struggled to break free from his grasp. When I finally succeeded, I turned to face King.
"This isn't what it looks like, Alexa," Kingston said, his voice strained as he attempted to defend himself. But I raised my hand to stop him.
"It seems like you're busy. We'll come back another time," I said, my tone icy as I took Prince's hand and left the room.
As we headed to the elevator, I pressed the button, my heart pounding as I hoped that the doors would open before Kingston caught up with us. However, just as I was about to step inside,
