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“Hey, Ashlynn,” he smirks slightly.
“Chance,” I reply coolie, facing forward. “What floor?”
“Six,” he replies.
His response floods me with anxiety. Of all the buildings in the city, why does my ex have to be here? And why the hell is he going to the same floor as me? Life really is unfair.
I release my finger from the button holding the doors open and take a deep breath as the doors close.
“How’ve you been?” he asks softly. My heart skips several beats and I want to cry.
How can he still sound so sexy to me? Why do I want to throw everything out of the way and wrap my arms around him like there’s tomorrow? It’s all suffocating and deceiving.
Pull your big girl panties up, Ashlynn,I scold myself.Now isn’t the time to show weakness.
Who the hell am I kidding? Chance DeLuca is my weakness. He always has been. We practically grew up together. We dated for years, and less than two years ago, he ripped out my heart. Instead of marrying me, he decided to take the fall for one of his father’s goons and went to prison.
“I’ve been great,” I say, smiling back at him. “How have you been?”
“I’ve been okay,” he replies.
I can tell he’s lying, but I don’t want to engage in conversation any further. I know talking to him is dangerous. I’ll be trapped in his web with nowhere to run. It’s always like that when Chance and I are together.
“That’s good,” I nod, then face forward, hoping to hide my nerves from him.
All I can do now is ride out the silence and count down the seconds until the elevator doors open. And, the minute they do, I’m running for the hills.
Chapter Three
Chance
Whyof all the people, who could hold the elevator for me, why did it have to be Ashylnn? The woman who owns my heart and brings me to my knees. Ashlynn Prior.
“Do you live here?” I ask, sounding like an idiot.
“Mmhmm,” she replies.
“Ah. I see.”
I had heard she sold our apartment and moved out of the city. But now, she’s standing a few inches from me. My fingers itch to hold her hand or stroke her cheek. Something. Anything. I miss her like crazy.
“Live alone?” I blurt thoughtlessly.
She spins on her heels and glares at me. There is hurt and anger in her eyes. I definitely should have chosen my words better.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to–”
“Didn’t mean to what, Chance? Huh? What didn’t you freaking mean?” she yells at me.
I don’t even try to speak up. She has every right to yell at me. After all, I broke her heart. I would have given my last breath for Ashylnn, but when she asked me not to take the case for Matteo, I didn’t. I threw away our entire relationship to please my father.
“I’m sorry.” It’s all I can say.
“Yeah, you are,” she mutters and faces forward.
Guess I deserved that as well,I mumble to myself.
“What the hell are you even doing here, Chance?” she asks as the elevator dings and the doors slide open. She takes a step forward.
