Fated To Be His Obsession

er to handle. It was the sight of them-her sister, her ex-wrapped in each other's arms like she had never existed. The club pulsed around her, but she didn't h

ay, to forget this ever happened. Then she saw him. Tall. Sharp-jawed. A presence that swallowed the space around him. His aura was intimidating, one that pulled you in rather than chasing you away. The kind of man who didn't ask for attention - he commanded it. His suit was tailored to perfection, it screamed wealth, but it was the way he carried himself that made her breath stop. The man was controlled. Dangerous. The kind of danger that felt like a thrill. The kind of danger she thought she needed. But what was someone like him looking for in a place like this? Their eyes met from across the bar, his gaze - dark and unreadable holding hers. There was no confusion in his eyes, no hesitation. He seemed like he knew exactly what she wanted. He looked at her like he already knew her kind. The broken girls. The ones running from something. Finding solace in a few drinks and cigarettes. One look and Chloe knew-he

Tonight, she was the girl who made the mistake