Chapter 13 : Jealousy

*Lexie’s POV*

The warm glow of candlelight flickers against the luxurious drapes that envelop the private area of the club, casting shadows that dance to the rhythm of the live band's sultry tunes. My gaze drifts from the sparkling chandeliers above to the glass of wine cradled in my fingertips. The rich crimson liquid swirls lazily, mirroring the turmoil within me.

Although we have been here at this club for over an hour, I just can’t stop thinking about how out of place I feel here. The people are dressed to kill, with elegant clothes and fancy shoes, and although Natasha lent me a sexy outfit to wear while we are here, I just feel like a fish out of its bowl.

Then I let my mind drift to the earlier hours, and how I can't help but think about Noland and the way his eyes burned into mine earlier today, like a moth drawn to a flame.

"Lexie, meet Tristan," Natasha's voice cuts through my thoughts, drawing me back to the present moment. She introduces me to the man beside her, whos