Alexander pov
Susan smiled seductively, her slender fingers gently caressing the edge of her coffee cup. Her slightly raised, beautiful face held a toxic charm. "That's just your wishful thinking, ALEX. You were the one who said it was starting, so the ending should be up to me, don't you think? Otherwise, it would be too unfair."
The man had taught her that dealing with men required both soft and hard tactics, while also making them feel guilty.
"Do you think you have the right to declare the end? Susan, I don't want to repeat myself," I said coldly, my voice as icy as eternal snow.
