she didn’t care about sawyer anymore, but if she was completely honest, she hated that he had decided to cheat on her and chose someone else. that part made her want to ruin his life—that was just who she was. “he’s irrelevant, but that asshole still cheated on me, and i want to ruin him,” she pointed out with a sigh. “of course i’m choosing you, you’re my man,” she added with a smile. lacey was loving every second of it, loving how she didn’t have to care about anything but axel. she wanted to remember every bit of that date. “i’m predictable with fries? funny,” she chuckled, “you know how to read me that well?” she flirted, her brown eyes finding his. as she sat down, she took a deep breath. “only when it counts? am i that good of a companion?” she teased, a warm smile on her lips. she noticed the way he looked at her as she flirted, the way his hand found her ankle, and he moved it so her foot was resting against his crotch, made her smirk. she let her foot rest there, she smirked slightly, eyebrows lifting in quiet challenge. “you know how i like my dessert,” she winked. she nudged her food lightly, then leaned in just a bit. “i don’t know how long you’re going to last, but we can play a little game,” she smiled before pulling her foot back a few inches. “you drive me crazy, you know that, right?” she whispered.
Axel’s grin only deepened when she admitted it. There was something delicious about the fire in her voice, the way she could dismiss one man while still wanting revenge on him. He leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, eyes fixed on her with lazy confidence. “See, that’s where you’re cute,” he said smoothly, voice low and amused. “You say he’s irrelevant, but you still wanna burn his world down. Means he hurt your pride, not your heart.” He gave a small shrug, like it was obvious. The moment she called him her man, his smirk sharpened into something smugger. He tipped his head slightly, soaking it in. “Your man, huh?” he repeated, savouring every syllable. “Careful, sweetheart. Keep saying things like that and I’m gonna start acting possessive.” When she teased him about knowing her so well, he let his thumb brush idly along her ankle, slow and deliberate. “I know enough,” he murmured. “Fries, attitude, that look you get when you’re about to misbehave.” His eyes flicked up to hers, dark with amusement. “I pay attention to what matters.” Her foot resting against him only made his jaw tighten for half a second before he recovered, calm as ever. Axel was too smooth to give her the satisfaction of seeing him unravel so easily. Instead, he leaned forward slightly, elbows resting on the table, gaze steady and heated. “You like your dessert dangerous,” he said quietly, voice dipped in velvet. “Good thing I’ve never been accused of being sweet.” When she pulled her foot back and proposed a game, he laughed under his breath, shaking his head once. “A game?” he echoed. “Baby, I was winning the second you sat down.” Then at her whisper, he reached across the table just enough to hook a finger beneath her chin, making sure she held his gaze. “That’s rich coming from the woman testing my patience in public.” He let go slowly, eyes trailing over her with shameless appreciation. “Keep it up, though. I like a challenge.” Instead of giving her the reaction she wanted, he leaned back in his chair with effortless confidence, broad shoulders relaxing. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for one of the fries, dragging it slowly through the ketchup before bringing it to his mouth. He bit into it with maddening calm, jaw working as he chewed, every movement deliberate. Then he glanced at the smear of ketchup left on his thumb, lifted it to his lips, and licked it clean with slow precision. His gaze stayed locked on hers the whole time, smug and unreadable. "Do I now?"














