“Xavier,” I groaned, leaning my body against his. My head cleared enough to feel the familiar press of his body.

“Mr Kingsley, what do you have to say about your fiancée's recent tape that has gone viral?

It is clear the man in the video is not you,” a reporter asked, trying to shove his way through the other bodies of reporters who had swamped around us.

Xavier shielded me with his body—blocking them from my view as he tried to lead me out ...