My billionaire, Ex

ced at the people around me, trying to act normal, but no one noticed. They were too drunk, too

late. You are not ready to see him.' I tried so hard to bury the memories- the memories of this club, and of him. and coming here was exa

ifferent. This used to be our hideout, our spot- the place we came when we wanted to be invisible. Nothing

ate. if I hadn't walked in myself, I would've sworn I was on the fancier side of town. A little part of me felt sad. It was like the world had erased my memories of him-of

owing off those long, tanned legs she'd always been blessed with. Sam always had great legs-no stretch marks, no weird lines, just smooth and golden like she lived on some goddess-on

g a hand on my chest and pushing me back

re lucky I'm

iar scent of her floral perfume. It grounded me-reminded me why I came. For her. Sam had been there since I can remember. She was there through my heartbreak

f*ck*ng gorgeous right now," I s

t's happening. You're ac

y-eyes sparkling, full of life. That kind of happiness only comes when you really love someone. And I would be a hund

ow who "everyone" is. Everyone... is him. The music felt louder suddenly, like it was pounding through my skull. People laughed

's wr

second," I lied.

a fake smile. I wasn't fine. I was anything *but* fine. My eyes scanned the room before I could st

a

than he had any right to. Dark suit. No tie. Top buttons undone like he owned the fucking place. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd run his fingers

been. And yet seeing him again was like being struck by ligh

laugh I used to love hearing at 2 a.m. in his bed, his hand on my thigh,

I hat

ed his touch. I missed hi

very corner. He has always done that, control the room by pretend

ed at my wrist.

king my head.

r two for

my head high, but I felt his presence like grav

ey

c pulse I hadn't felt in months. Goosebumps everywhere.

urn

lready w

r my body, in a slow and greedy motion, like he was taking inventory of every inch he used to own. My red dress clung to my curves like a secret I wasn't ready

want me. No, I needed him to want me

world wa

at any woma

olding him

ck on him and walke

ed a

feel his stare crawling down my spine. Let him wat

he table was full-Dave, Sam's fiancé, gave me a nod, already

rly checking me out. "Didn't k

lf-hug. Loud enough for HIM to hear. I

pered, "Y

there," I

ppreciated that Sam had invited him. I'd told her I nee

But inside? I was trembling. Every time I caught a glimpse of him across the room, l

rs curled around his drink like he wanted to break the gla

s lips grazing my ear. "

lready jealous." I felt scared admitting i

. "Want to m

t my

th fire, yo