/Madison's POV/
"Sorry?"
Zane's question hit me like a cannonball—hard and unexpected.
"Sorry if that came out of nowhere. I just wanted to be certain before we get this plan into motion." Tension stiffened his face. "Allison isn't just an actress, she's a model with a flawless reputation, and I really want to keep that intact."
"If you think my personal life might end up fucking this up, rest assured, it won't happen." My sex life is non-existent anyway.
I did try hitting the bar a few days ago, trying to confirm something, and though I planned to return, the results had been disappointing. A boyfriend felt like a collar and leash I had no intention of putting on. Besides… after last night, I doubted I needed any more answers.
"But still—" Zane paused when my expression darkened.
I wasn't exactly trying to throw him off, but that topic was starting to make me uncomfortable.
"Just… y'know, if anyone caught your attention, could you let me know so I can implement a fail-safe?"
