Lilian's POV
The nightmare I'd been dreading crashed down on me in a single moment: Augusto stood right there in the bar, his eyes locked on mine.
Every fabrication I'd just whispered into the phone now felt like broken glass between us. I remained motionless, every muscle rigid, trapped under the weight of his stare.
Augusto pulled me into a crushing kiss, refusing to release me until my lips felt raw and swollen.
As he drew away, his thumb traced deliberately across my tender mouth. His gaze held a predatory gleam, the hint of a smile ghosting his features, yet his tone was arctic. "I assumed you were sleeping.
Not... here."
Rage flared inside me. He'd witnessed everything, knew precisely where I was, and still called to trap me in another deception. "You watched me," I hissed. "Why the charade? Why put me through that test?"
