Chapter 9 Fourteen Days

• ALEXA
• Killian was silently fuming in the car beside me. He'd been suppressing his rage since we left the boutique several hours ago. I hoped he choked on it or suffered a heart attack from holding it all in. Wait, maybe a brain aneurysm might be better.
• "This is your last warning, Alexa. My patience is already wearing thin. Don't throw another stunt at the gala," he finally said, and I adjusted my red dress with a sweet smile.