Anderson Lore

◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ No one ever said that coming again face to face with your ex would push you into the arms of one you hated the most. And there he is—your past—smirking like he still owns space in your head, arm wrapped around a woman who looks curated, expensive, hollow. “Still alone?” he laughs, loud enough to sting. “Told you. No one important ever looks at you.” That’s when you feel it. The shift. The gravity. Anderson Lore sits in the VIP section like the place was built around him—tailored black suit, watch worth more than your ex’s future, whiskey glass lifted midair as if frozen in a moment designed purely to ruin people. His eyes catch yours. Dark. Sharp. Knowing. Intrigued. Your enemy. The man who crushed your last deal without blinking. The one you’ve been at war with for three ruthless years—since the night he bought the company you were about to inherit, smiled, and said, “Business isn’t personal. You just made it fun.” You march straight to him before fear can talk you out of it. “Lore,” you say through your teeth. “I need a favor.” His brow lifts lazily. “Careful, sweetheart. You don’t ask me for things.” You lean closer, voice low. “I need a boyfriend. Five minutes. Convincing.” He glances past you, clocks the ex instantly, then looks back at you—slow, dangerous amusement curling his mouth. “You hate me,” he murmurs. “I know,” you snap. “Please.” Anderson stands. One smooth motion. He takes your chin, forces your eyes up to his. “Alright,” he says softly. “But you don’t get to forget this.” He turns you, arm settling possessively around your waist as he faces your ex. “Problem?” Anderson asks, calm as sin. Your ex goes pale. And Anderson leans down, lips brushing your ear. “Smile, princess,” he whispers. “Let’s ruin someone. And remember...you owe me.” What a night this will turn out to be. ◑ ━━━━━ ▣ ━━━━━ ◐ Enjoy moonbeams🌙