"For now, I believe that we should only see each other in a professional way," I say.
"Fuck with that," he bites out, surprising me.
"Why are you like this?" I'm starting to lose my patience. "What do you want from me, Jude?"
Why can't he just leave me alone? I don't want to go through another drama. After what he has done to me, I deserve to be a thousand miles away from him.
His eyes pierce me, his fists clenched tight at his sides. "You asked me what I want, Cassie?" he hisses.
I stare at him blankly, clueless.
"Right now, I fucking want to kiss you. I want to make you mine again." And with that said, he cups my cheeks harshly and smacks his lips against mine, muffling my scream.
My eyes squeeze shut as I try to break away, but he's too strong for me to overpower. He shoves his tongue into my mouth, trying to give me a tantalizing kiss that was once able to make my knees go weak and make me fall for him all over again.
But right now, I can barely feel that. Right now, all I can think about is the kiss with my husband yesterday and that I'm being kissed by another man now.
It feels so wrong.
Jude is crazy. He knows that I'm someone's wife now—he doesn't even know about the fake marriage contract—but he's still doing this to me.
Is he the kind person who wouldn't think twice before ruining someone's marriage?
I grab his cheeks, trying to push his face away from me, but to no avail.
Then the door is banged open, and a voice booms, "What the fuck are you two doing here?"
Jude and I automatically pull away, and my eyes widen in horror as I see Luke standing in the doorway, seething with rage.
I'm shaking when Luke storms at us, fire in his eyes. The next thing I know, he pulls Jude by the collar and punches him in the face, making him fall to the ground, while a small scream leaves my mouth.
Jude groans in pain, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth as he tries to sit up. His manager won't like that. Jude is a celebrity, and a bruise on his face has so many consequences.
Luke pants, his fist shaking because of his anger. "Fucking bastard." There's so much venom in his voice.
To my horror, Jude scoffs, shooting Luke a glare, and that's when Luke lunges at him again. But before everything can get worse—and more importantly, before anybody can barge inside to see all this mess and turn it into the next headline—I grab Luke's arm.
"Luke, stop," I cry.
Luke snaps his head toward me, and I feel my heart stop. There's so much fury and pain in his eyes, piercing right through me.
His jaw tightens before he walks out of the room. I don't even spare a glance back at Jude as we stride toward the exit of the studio, passing some staff who stare at us with wonder.
Quickly, I compose myself and throw them a half-smile. I pray to God that everything will be fine. This magazine company has been maintaining a good relationship with both Jude's and my record labels, so even if they figure out what happened just now, I hope that they will think twice before spreading it.
When we step out of the building, the night has fallen. I see Mike sitting on a bench with a cup of coffee in his hand.
He spots us, and his expression turns alert. He strides toward us, but I signal him to stop.
"It's okay, Mike," I say.
The cool night air blows against my skin, soothing, but I don't think that anything can calm my heart now, except Luke.
The car is already waiting for us at the back of the building.After we get inside, the driver starts the journey back home. Uncomfortable silence falls between us.
Throughout the journey, Luke doesn't even spare me a glance. He throws his gaze out of the window, and it's breaking my heart.
"It's not what you think, "I say, my voice shaking.
