Larissa's POV
I stood at my apartment door, watching Carson disappear into the elevator before finally stepping inside. The moment I closed the door, I couldn't stop the ridiculous grin spreading across my face. Tonight had caught me completely off guard, especially how natural it felt being with Carson.
This was treacherous ground I was walking on. Our deal was meant to be clean and professional. But the way his eyes had lingered on me during dinner, how perfectly we moved together on that dance floor, it all felt dangerously real.
I forced myself to remember who Carson Gary really was. A ruthless businessman who never made a move without calculating the outcome. This marriage was nothing more than a strategic play to claim his inheritance. Any warmth or attention he showed me was simply part of selling our charade to the world.
