Chapter 159

Cecilia's pov I all but fled back to my office, my heels catching on the carpet as I collapsed into my chair. My brain short-circuited, stuck on a loop of Beta Sawyer's voice: "Liam loaded the Alpha's breakfast with every kind of... male enhancement imaginable." So Liam knew. Of course he knew. I leaned back in my chair with the posture of someone who'd already accepted their funeral arrangements. Death by mortification was imminent. I'd been playing dead for about fifteen minutes when a knock sounded at my door. Pulling myself together, I straightened my blouse and cleared my throat. "Come in." I figured it was Beta Sawyer. Or maybe one of the assistants with a new stack of reports. But it wasn't. It was Sebastian. My body went from relaxed to petrified in a single heartbeat, my thoughts scrambling like eggs on a hot pan. He closed the door behind him with casual confidence. "What's wrong with your face?" he asked, looking far too relaxed and pleased with himself. "...Nothing." I drop