Chapter 89

Chloe

Park Hudson was not here. The realization weighed on me like a sinking stone. I scanned the room for the second time, slower this time, ignoring the loud pounding in my chest.

He would come. I assured myself, looking for a stool to sit on. The bar was scanty and quiet. Men were scattered around the room, holding glasses of hard drinks and staring at me.

As far as I could see, I was the only woman in the room.

Shit. Turning blinding towards the bar, I hit a strong hard wall of muscle. Gasping at the impact, a familiar scent tickled my nose, and like a hungry wanton, I buried my face deeper into his chest.

Nathan.

I didn't have to look up to know it was him. His scent teased and taunted my senses, watering my mouth and my thighs. He smelled so fucking good that it took all the willpower in my body to pull away from him.

With his hair, wild and tousled on his head and the rest of his yummy body clothed in an Italian suit, He looked good. So fucking good. The muscles he'd add