Chapter Thirty-One

DAWN. 

I stare at Ryder, surprised, with thousands of thoughts running through my mind. 

What is he doing here? How the hell is he here? How the fuck does he look so good in that suit? Why do I want to touch him so badly? Why does seeing his face make me miss him even more?

All those thoughts, however, dissolve as soon as my eyes lands on the woman who's perched beside him; staring between the two of us as if we are some kind of movie. Who the fuck is she? I don't think I have seen that face before. 

The elevator dings, bringing our attention back to it, and I clear my throat, smoothing my hands down my skirt for the thousandth time this morning before preparing to walk out, only for Ryder's sudden grip on my wrist to pull me back. 

I stare down at the firm grip on me before raising my gaze to meet his, but he's currently looking at the woman who still looks very surprised and now with a frown etched on his face. Yeah, take