Chapter 17

Chloe's memory teased her with fragments of familiarity as she tried to recall where she had heard the name before. She searched her memory for a face, a place, or even a voice that could help her remember the context in which she heard the name.

"Let him in," she said.

Kayla nodded, and soon the door swung open, revealing a familiar figure draped in a sophisticated gray tuxedo suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tall frame.

A charming smile spread slightly across his face.

As soon as Chloe caught a glimpse of his face, her memory didn't fail her, as she recognized the man who had saved her from the dark, lonely streets the other night and offered her a bed to sleep in.

She had the time to study his face now - that morning, at his beautiful house, she had been too embarrassed to take more than a glimpse of his face

She observed him intently, taking in every detail of his face like an artist painting a masterpiece. His face was carved with intricate details and chiseled to perfect