Freya's POV
Behind me, Belinda's sharp intake of breath cut through the silence, though she quickly muffled the sound by pressing her hand over her mouth.
Jordan Kenneth stood frozen, his expression a mixture of shock and something else I couldn't quite identify.
My heart hammered against my ribs as I stared up at Mack Ben's face, now impossibly close to mine. Heat flooded my cheeks, a potent blend of mortification and an emotion I refused to acknowledge coursing through my veins.
Something told me this wasn't accidental. Mack had swept me into his arms deliberately, making his intentions crystal clear in front of Jordan Kenneth.
Dear God, how would I ever look President Kenneth or Belinda in the eye again?
Jordan would surely regard me with suspicion now, while Belinda would bombard me with knowing smirks and pointed questions about my relationship with Mack Ben.
