Rosé.
And her husband.
Kissing.
And after that...yup.
That happened, too.
Her husband lifting Rosé on top of the piano, which had the other girl laughing as she placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Oh, babe, this is so crazy. What if someone sees us?”
“I can’t help it,” Eric groaned. “You drive me insane with how hot you are.”
Yup, she thought again. Everything was according to the script, and if it sounded like she was doing commentary on the destruction of her marriage, well...that was exactly what she was doing. As a coping technique.
And...
Here it comes.
Rosé was now slowly leaning back on her elbows, and...oh.
Payton remembered it now.
This was the time she had started holding back her tears.
But now, she didn’t even feel sad.
She was just mostly numb, and—
AAAH!
Someone had suddenly covered Payton’s mouth from behind as she was yanked back into the hallway.
What in the world was happening?
Was she being abducted?
But before Payton could even start struggling, her captor had already turned her around, and—
N-Niccolò?
He kept his hand on her mouth, his golden gaze steady on her.
Are you done freaking out?
Payton didn’t know how she was able to translate that look, but she was pretty sure that was what he was asking, and so she slowly nodded.
Yes, she was done freaking out.
Her boss took his hand away...but only so he could take her hand, and...and she didn’t even have a chance to think that through, with him swiftly leading her past all of the drunk guests and straight out of the house.
His car was parked just down the road, and he opened the car door for her. “Get in.”
Payton didn’t even think of arguing, with the way he was looking at her. She had a feeling he wouldn’t even hesitate to tie her up and toss her into the trunk if she even tried saying no.
And besides...