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I’m about to open the coffee shop door, when I’m almost bowled over by a wall of steel and a flash of a gray suit.
I smell his scent first, but I’m still shocked when I look up and see him, of all people.
Lukas.
He reaches out to hold my shoulders and straightens me as I wobble.
“Ariana,” he breathes, and he’s exactly how I remember him.
Tall. Dark. Sexy as sin.Fuck, he’s beautiful, and he’s in full boss mode in his expensive looking suit and long coat.
His beautiful crystal blue eyes look more surprised than ever to see me.
“How have you been?” he goes on, his eyes assessing me intently.
I didn’t even know he was back from his trip.Maybe he never left.
I try a smile and hope it looks believable. “Fine,” I stammer. “Really good, actually.” God, I’m such a liar.
“I only just got back,” he explains, and I try not to imagine him whisking off some leggy blonde to Aspen for the weekend. “It was a business trip,” he adds, like it needed an explanation.
“I’ve been busy too.” I feel the need to say, though it sounds forced. “I’ve enrolled in my new course.” Like he’d even care about the boring logistics of my everyday life.
He smiles down at me. “I’m so happy for you.”
God, he smells so fucking good.
It’s then his eyes rake down my body, and when they meet mine again, I see the fire behind them. I swallow hard, and I’m about to respond when a tall, beautiful woman runs out of the café and slides her arm into his.
“Are you ready to go?” she purrs, without even a glance in my direction.
I try not to let my gape hit the floor. Talk about a cliché.
He’s here with another woman, and not just any old woman, but a six-foot-tall Amazonian.
This is just fucking great.
My heart thuds in my chest like I’ve been socked. My ego won’t ever recover, but it’s my heart I’m worried about. It shatters at the subtle but obvious display of affection.
They know each other well.
I blink away the hurt, but I think he sees it.
Before he has a chance to answer her, I make my escape. “Nice seeing you… Mr. Bentley.”
I duck into the café with my racing heart and head to the counter.
What a fucking idiot.
It’s been almost two weeks, and he’s already out and about with another woman. Not just any woman, a fucking supermodel!
Why was I so stupid to believe what we had was something special? That we had a connection.
Was it all in my imagination?Yes. Clearly, it was.
I get back to my office, and I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. Taking it out, I see a message from him.
My heart races as I scramble to read it.
