Tell me, Presley,” he said smoothly, “was your ex better than your husband?”

The table stilled.

Alexander blinked, confused by the question, but Caden didn’t even glance at him. His attention was focused solely on her.

Presley laughed awkwardly. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, reaching for her glass too quickly. “The past is behind me. I’ve moved on from all that. I’m happily married now.”

He smirked.

A dark, knowing smirk.

“Shame,” he murmured. “Because I haven’t.”

Presley’s heart dropped.

She looked at him—and instantly regretted it. His eyes burned into her. There was no softness there. No remorse. Just a raw, possessive hunger. The same look he used to give her when he had her pressed beneath him, begging.

Neressa was watching them closely now, eyes flicking between the two of them. Presley looked away, pretending to clear her throat.

“You’re acting like she’s irreplaceable,” Alexander said, trying to joke. “Plenty of women out there, man.”

Caden finally looked at him—just long enough to let a cold smile curl his lips.

“She is not irreplaceable" he said plainly. “And she’s married… to a man named Alexander who doesn’t even know what he has.”

Alexander blinked, lifting his gaze to look at Caden who just gave out a cold smile. Presley frozed, her heart pounding as she pleaded with Caden desperately through her eyes.

There were tension in the air, as the men stared at each other, and then Alexander chuckled.

"Guess he is my namesake then. For a moment... I really taught it was me but then I realized presely said she doesn't have an ex" Alexander said.

Caden raised a brow and laughed darkly. “Is that what your wife told you? Man, she was single when you met her? A virgin, even?”

Alexander just grinned in return.

Presley shot Caden a furious glare, but he chuckled in response.

He was enjoying every second of this. “I’m getting her back, though. My ex.”

Alexander’s eyes widened. “What the hell, man? You just said she’s married.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Caden said, his voice low and dangerous. “Not when she’s still crazy about me.”

“She is married, like you said,” Presley snapped. “So why don’t you just fuck off?”

“Oh, that’s exactly what she said yesterday in my office,” Caden said, leaning toward Alessandro, who watched him with curiosity. “Guess what, man? I had her moaning my name while I fingered her.”

Alessandro’s eyes widened, then he burst out laughing. “What the hell, man? She didn’t resist? That makes her a bitch.”

“She’s not a bitch,” Caden said with a lazy grin. “She did try to resist… but she’s just crazy for me. I ruined her. I was the first man to taste her—and damn, bro, she’s still tight. Makes you wonder if her husband’s even doing anything right.”

“Clearly not,” Alexander added, laughing again.

Presley clenched her fists under the table, shame and guilt washing over her like a wave.

Caden smirked, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly.

“The next time she dares to act like I can’t have her... I’m fucking her with my di**” he said darkly, his gaze held promises no one wants to know about.

His eyes were locked on Presley, whose heart now pounded in her chest. She swallowed hard, her legs instinctively crossing.

His tone was ice-cold. Ruthless. Certain.

Presley trembled. She knew—deep down—Caden meant every. Single. Word.

He was not ready to let go, and he won't no matter what..