Chapter 2Whispers and Wild Guesses

I took a deep breath, trying to control my face from twitching.

He wasn't stupid; he was doing this on purpose!

Ethan leaned back in his chair, looking relaxed.

Seeing my frustration, the corner of his lip curled up almost imperceptibly.

Ugh, psycho!

...

Backstage, I walked silently toward the dressing room.

Because we lost the game, I had gotten blasted in the face with whipped cream.

I had wiped it off with a towel, but my skin still felt sticky and gross.

The dressing room lights were off.

I reached for the switch out of habit.

Clack. The door shut behind me without warning.

The next second, a firm grip landed on my wrist and lower back.

I was pinned against the back of the door, my spine hitting the cold wood.

But the palm pressing against my lower back was scorching hot, turning my cold sweat into a humid heat.

My scalp tingled, and my breathing quickened.

A woody scent enveloped me, with a sharp, aggressive undertone of something bitter.

He leaned in and licked a spot of dried cream off my cheek.

He gave his honest review.

"Pretty sweet."

Pervert! Ahhh!

I couldn't break free, so I resorted to sarcasm.

"Didn't know Mr. Vance was so devoted, pestering his ex-girlfriend like this."

In the dim light, I couldn't see Ethan's eyes clearly.

I only heard him chuckle.

"I remember the reason you dumped me was: 'You have multiple personalities, and the one that liked me got eaten by the others.'"

"But unfortunately, recently, I've fallen for your main personality again."

Just as he finished speaking, urgent knocking exploded on the door behind me.

"Hey, you two! Your mics! The mics aren't off!!!"