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Her long hair is up in a ponytail, but it flows down her body, blending with the red material. The nude-colored, sleeveless leotard covering her toned body and perky tits leaves very little to the imagination. The only color on her is the red from the material and that hair, along with a dusting of glitter that sparkles as she moves. She looks beautiful and graceful. Like she drifted out of a dream.
I never watch anything like this anymore. It’s unbecoming of the person I am now who’s mainly known for my net worth from Graysons Inc. and position on the Forbes Billionaire list.
“Wow, they really went all out tonight,” Luc says, staring at the girl as if she’s an exotic meal waiting for him to feast on.
“Yeah, they did.” I have some more of my drink.
I’m about to look away so I can get back to the document of potential wives, but something about the girl catches my eye. It’s the way she moves.
I can’t see her face from where I am, but there something… familiar about her.
Something that lures me to continue staring the way I used to in another life when my heart wasn’t so cold, and I knew a dancer with similar auburn hair I used to call mine.
The crowd goes wild as she flips her lithe body into another round of somersaults, then makes it look like she’s going to fall to the ground. But she doesn’t. Instead, she lands into another split in the air.
An aerial hoop floats down toward her, and she steps onto it.
When she floats up and the hoop moves over to us, I see her face, and all the blood in my body slams into the pit of my stomach, as if a brick wall has been shoved inside me. My lungs freeze at the same time I’m wrapped in an Arctic storm of confusion, but realistically, there’s nothing to be confused about.
This woman looked familiar to me because she is.
Iknowher. The same way a person knows their name or the back of their hand.
At one point in my life, I used to know every inch of her, too.
The last time we were this close, she was just a girl.
Mygirl.
The girl who was forbidden to me.
River…
River St. James.
That’s her name.
She sees me, too, and the expression on her beautiful face I haven’t seen in eight years must mirror the shock paralyzing me.
“Oh my God,” Luc mutters under his breath. I don’t have to look at him to know he recognizes her, too. Back in high school, he was the only one who knew about us.
I never even told Knight about the girl I loved and lost on purpose.
Lost on purpose because of what I did...
The last time we were this close, I broke her heart.
Now here she is.
Dancing in a strip club.
ChapterTwo
River
My God. It’s really him.
Jericho Grayson.
