vibrated through the floor and up my legs. It was l

equined dresses, high heels, and the practice

another drink fo

" as the other girls whispered. A wealthy, cynical man who paid for my father' s round-the

ever wavering, and m

when I

n S

uits. He looked the same. Powerful, handsome, and with an air of c

e to the floor. All the noise of the club faded

melt back into the crowd, to get back t

if it isn' t C

He was one of Mr. Davis' s business associates, a man who had tried to ask me out years ago, bac

my path. His eyes ran over my tigh

r you. The whole successful architect thing was a bit

, just watched with an amused glint in his eye

I said, my voice ev

I remember when you wouldn' t even give me the time of day. Now look at you. Davis'

d I didn' t hear him. I tried to step around him, my hand already

ed, grabbing my arm. His grip wa

le at nearby tables turned to look. I cou

that' s

nd cut through the

as R

m his booth, but his presence filled the space between us. His

arrogant, seemed to shrink. He let go o

ed. "I... we were j

fted from my arm to my face. It was unreada

hloe?" he asked, his voice qui

tervene. He stood up, putting a

"Chloe is with me. Mark was just getting a

s rude not to answer." He gestured to a full glass of whiskey on the table. "He want

public display

ht of my father, lying motionless in his bed. I thought

t was alway

the room for a fleeting second. I saw something fl

lass of whiskey in one go. The liquid burned its

ss down on the tabl

for you, Mr. Henderson?"

was loud, but all I could hear