You’re Disgusting

—Alexander's POV— 

The smudged kiss mark on my neck, the lipstick stain on my normally pristine collar, small subtle hints of what had happened on the car ride here.

I knew the press would eat it up.

Our make-out session in the car might not be as heated as everyone wanted to imagine, but it was worth it.

Did I wish that it was the steamy quickie the press was probably thinking happened? Of course, I did. 

Looking at my fiancée I could tell that she wasn't happy. If anything she was pissed off with me, but right now I didn't care.

I got to make out with her, although we were rudely interrupted by my assistant and the world, and now everyone knew that I was hers.

Hopefully, all those desperate women would stop trying to get their claws into me now that I was a taken man. 

"Earth to Alexander!" I heard Lexington call out, pulling me back from my thoughts. "Where did you go, man?"