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“Nothing is too much for you, darling. You’re very special to me and I want you to know just how much.” He caressed my cheek.

Leaning in, I brushed my lips against his.

“You’re special to me too. Thank you.”

The limo pulled up to the Mandarin Oriental and we stepped inside and headed to the grand ballroom where the event was taking place. Guests had already started to fill the room. All of the Manhattan upper class society was there. Women were dripping in diamonds and men reeked of Cartier, Rolex, and diamond cuff links.

“May I get you a glass of champagne?” Samuel asked.

“A glass of champagne would be nice. Thank you.” I smiled.

Samuel Coldwater, founder and CEO of Coldwater Enterprises, was worth millions. He was a fifty-five-year-old man who stood approximately six feet two with salt and pepper hair. He was in great shape for his age and a man who took his looks very seriously. I wasn’t the first woman he’d dated since his wife passed, but I was the youngest.

I walked around the room and mingled with Samuel’s guests, accidentally bumping into men who quickly forgave me with a glorious “I would love to fuck you” smile. A smile that would quickly turn to frustration once they discovered their wallet, watches, and other valuables were missing in the morning.

Chapter 6

Gabriel

Iwas standing by the bar talking to a friend of mine, Owen Gray, when a woman with curly brown hair in a red low-cut dress invaded our space.

“Hey there, handsome.” She smiled.

“Hello.” I smiled back.

“Is that bourbon you’re drinking?”

“It is. Would you like one?”

“I’d love one.” She batted her eyes. “I’m Tash Cummings.” She held out her hand with her well-manicured fingers.

“Gabriel Quinn,” I politely spoke as I placed my hand in hers.

Owen excused himself to the restroom and left me and Tash to talk alone. As she was going on about her ex-boyfriend, my eyes glanced around the ballroom in boredom. I needed to find a way to politely escape this woman. That was when I noticed a woman with long burgundy-colored hair in an elegant black dress headed towards the bar. She captivated me.

“Excuse me, Gabriel. Are you even listening to me?” Tash asked with irritation.

My eyes snapped back to hers. “Yes. I’m sorry. Please excuse me for a moment. A friend of mine just walked in that I haven’t seen in a very long time. We’ll catch up later.” I smiled as I placed my hand on her arm and walked away.

As I was walking towards her, she was stopped by another woman and they began to have a conversation. I halted a few feet back. That smile. I gulped. It couldn’t be. She finished her conversation and I followed behind her to the bar.

“What can I get you, miss?” the bartender asked.

“Tequila with a splash of lime, please.”

I could feel the anger rise through my body as I clenched my fists. I couldn’t let her see me. Not yet. Not here in front of all these people. I’d follow her and wait until she was alone before I confronted her and possibly killed her. I walked away to the other side of the ballroom, never taking my eyes off her, watching her every move. Samuel walked up to her and kissed her cheek. What the fuck? Was she with him? She hooked her arm in his as he led her to their table for dinner. I took a seat at a table with some friends of mine across the room, far enough away but close enough to keep an eye on her.

“No date tonight, Gabriel?” my friend Jordan asked.

“Actually, the woman I was supposed to bring has the flu. And speaking of dates, who is that woman with Samuel?”

“I have no clue, but he’s sure one lucky bastard. She’s gorgeous. I’d fuck her until my dick went numb.” Jordan grinned.

“All I know is her name is Amy and he’s head over heels for her,” Owen chimed in. “He bought her this gorgeous twenty-thousand-dollar pink diamond ring at Tiffany.”

“He told you that?” I asked.

“I was in there buying a bracelet for Kitty’s birthday and I ran into him. He was really excited to give it to her.”

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