Where’s his date?
It’s in the awareness that sizzles my skin, the ball of butterflies in my belly, and the wild thumping of my heart. All of the sensations attack me at once, almost causing me to reach for the wall to stay upright.
Nathan is insanely and tragically handsome with a raw magnetic pull. However, I’ve been around gorgeous men all my life. Yet none of them stir my blood like he does.
I should probably get my body checked out to see if something’s amiss.
The alcohol in my glass sloshes from gripping it too hard when the stunning woman I know all too well steps up to him.Looping her slim arm through his, she presses her front against his side. Her spilling breasts cushioning his bicep.
Samaira Seth.
The infamous and sensational supermodel currently ruling the fashion industry.
Oh god!
Sheis his date?
The risqué and glittering golden gown she’s wearing complements her dark skin beautifully.
Nathan turns his head to peer down at her, letting her stand flush against him. With a sexy smile, she whispers something to him. Her grin brightens at whatever he replies. I tear my gaze away and down the remaining champagne in my glass.
Of course, he dates supermodels. Was she the reason behind his cold and indifferent attitude at the restaurant? Have they gone out to dinner before tonight?
I keep forgetting that all we had was a cheap one-night stand. Thus, I have no claim over him. No right to become a green-eyed monster.
In fact, I should be celebrating that someone else has caught his attention. We can strictly focus on business now.
With that in mind, I cross the room over to them.
My stomach is in knots when I clear my throat to garner his focus. Samaira turns her head first, blinking at me softly. Her flawless makeup renders me starstruck.
I had to do mine on my own since Anaya was busy, so I know it isn't as effortless and is very minimalist. When you’re around one of the most breathtaking women in the world, it’s natural to compare yourself to them. I’m not immune either.
The sudden heat incinerating the side of my face drags my eyes to the man I think about constantly, against my wishes and not related to work.
He’s always hovering like a ghost ready to haunt me in the back of my mind.
I already know the sight of him in a tailored black tux will be starring in my fantasies for the foreseeable future.
Every man is dressed similarly, yet he stands out as the hottest among them. His bow tie is perfect. His jet-black hair is styled back, including the rebellious strand. I kind of wish it wasn’t.
Every square inch of him is meant to capture every female’s attention, irrespective of their age. Make them lust after him. Dream about him.
His new status as the eligible bachelor back on the market has caused a riot. Gossip blogs are discussing which woman will steal his heart. Or will he turn into a heartbroken Casanova, sowing his wild oats? The last theory seemed far-fetched because he hadn’t been seen out with women since breaking off his engagement last year.
At least until tonight.
Our eyes lock.
The same mask of icy nonchalance stares at me.
“Hello, Arya.” The husky timbre of his voice is an invisible caress against my spine.
“Hello, Nathan.”
Samaira stays glued to his side, tracing her fingers down to his abs. Has she seen and felt the sculpted muscles naked?
She must have, since she can’t keep her hands off him. Her action is a blatant proprietary move.
