Chapter 27 Your F*Ck Toy Then?

• “Your fiancé is such an understanding woman,” Reina remarked, her voice light as she took Xavier’s hand and stepped out of the car. The grandeur of the mansion loomed before them, its stone facade glimmering under the flashes of eager cameras capturing their every moment.
• “She isn’t my fiancé,” Xavier replied sharply, the tension evident in his voice as they moved toward the entrance, his hand firmly, yet possessively, wrapped around Reina's waist. The air was thick with unsaid words and unresolved emotions as they walked through the crowd of paparazzi.
• “Not your fiancé? Your fuck toy then?” Reina blurted out, shock coursing through her at her own daring question. Xavier halted, turning to lock eyes with her, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. The amusement in his gaze cut deeper than Reina had expected.