Fated to Be His Obsession

e tequila. No. It wasn't the burn of the liquor sliding d

in each other's arms like she had never existed. She

rd was the echo of his words, the ones that shattered her into nothing

again, her mind desperately trying to find some loophole in their mea

ght calls he ignored, the way his gaze lingered a second too long whenever her sist

el crazy, how she told herself to stop reading between the lines. But

ars....This is what she gets? Her fingers curl

k in. As she sat she began to curse. "Screw love. Screw men." Tonight,

er of the club, his drink untouched in his hand. He looked tall. Sharp-jawed. A presence that swallowed the space around h

desperation and cheap cologne, hoping to have anyone they c

rried himself that made her breath stop. The man was controlled. Dangerous. The k

om across the bar, his gaze - dark and unreadable holding hers. There was no conf

something. Finding solace in a few drinks and cigarettes. One look and Chloe knew he w

-ahead. He didn't hesitate. Within seconds, he was in front of her, invading her space

gles of his face were cast in shadows under the d

ok like a woman who wants to forget," he murmured. Chloe's smile

afraid. She knew what she needed and he might just be it. A flicker of something dangerous crossed h

s her, his scent filling up her senses -rich, spicy and laced

ently let her glass on the counter. She should say no but she didn't, instead she looked

't the girl who got left behind. Tonight, she was the girl who