Chapter 41

Charisse stared blankly at her reflection on the elevator wall, completely lost in thought. She should've seen it coming. Back in school, Elliot was already the type girls fell for. Now with status and charm stacked on top, he probably had a whole fan club. So of course he had a fiancée. Totally reasonable. But... Charisse couldn't stop the ache that flared up as she recalled those kisses with him—the kind that shouldn't have happened. She scrubbed her lips hard, like she could wipe away the memory, erase the evidence. Pretend none of it ever happened. He must really care about his fiancée, right? He even remembers all her food preferences... Charisse pulled herself together. That was it. She needed to keep her distance. He was already taken. Even if he came back with more mind games or tried to humiliate her again, she didn't want any of that messy stuff anymore. She couldn't handle it. It'd crush her morals—and she'd lose respect for herself. When the elevator doors opened and she st