Chapter Two

Amelia's POV

I ended up wearing one of Nancy's dresses to the club. I could feel her watching me as I danced wildly on the crowded dancefloor, patches of other people's skin rubbing against mine as we grooved to the beat. She was very worried when I showed up at her front door in tears after running the whole way there, and even more when I told her what Adam did. But I told her I was fine.

And I really was fine. I was going to have the night of my life, and get laid by a hot guy before tomorrow morning.

A hook-up with a man far hotter than Adam was what I needed to cure myself of this broken heart.

As if summoned by my thoughts, large hands settled on my hips from behind, and a muscular man pulled me flush against his body. Feeling reckless, I danced against him, grinding my backside into his bulge. I felt his lips on the side of my throat and bent my neck to the other side to give him better access.

"Hey, pretty," he whispered against my skin, causing heat to flare inside me.

"I would say 'hey, handsome'," I replied with a giggle, "but I can't even see who I'm speaking to."

He turned me around, and I found myself staring up into a handsome face framed by red hair. His eyes were dark and sexy, and they grew even darker as his gaze dropped to my lips.

Hell yeah, this dude was hot. I had just found the perfect candidate to help me get Adam out of my system.

"Well," I said, "I guess I can say it now. Hey, handsome."

He chuckled, and the sound was as deep as his voice. I thought I might swoon, but there was no time for that. This was the time to be charming.

"Are you here with someone?" I asked with a smile.

Just to make sure I wasn't going to hook up with some woman's boyfriend. Not only would it make me a hypocrite, since I was still wishing death on Adam wherever he was, but I also didn't want to attract unnecessary drama. My life was hard enough without some angry girlfriend plotting my death.

"No, I'm not," he replied. "Are you?"

"Only you," I grinned.

"Sweet," he said. "Do you mind if I buy you a drink?"

"I would love that!" I replied.

He took me to the counter, where I ordered a glass of tequila. I looked up at him with a smile, expecting him to sit beside me so that we can continue from where we stopped. But he was staring at something behind me.

"It was lovely meeting you, pretty," he said. "But I've got to go. Bye."

Before I could say or ask anything, he walked past me and disappeared into the crowd. I was still staring after him in shock when Nancy came to stand beside me.

"What the hell was that?" she asked.

"No idea," I replied. "But I am about to find out."

Before she could stop me, I stood up and walked out of the club. I caught sight of him just before he vanished into an alley, and my heartbeat picked up at the thrill of danger. I've always had a thing for bad boys. I stepped closer to the alley and pressed my back to the wall, listening intently.

"Where were you?" a woman's voice said, sounding annoyed. "I've been waiting for nearly an hour, Elijah."

"Sorry, babe," the man from the bar— Elijah— replied. "I kind of got sidetracked. Did you get the money?"

Wait, babe? I thought. That jerk. He was flirting with me when he has a girlfriend?

"Of course I did," the woman huffed.

"How much is it?" he asked.

"A hundred million dollars," she said. "It was all I could get my hands on without someone catching me."

I had to press a hand to my mouth to keep a gasp of shock from escaping.

A hundred million what?!

While I was putting up with customers' nonsense just to earn a few bucks, some people were out there casually bagging millions of dollars.

"It's less than we were hoping for," Elijah said, sounding disappointed. "But it will have to do. Okay, let's get going. I already booked our hotel room. We'll leave first thing tomorrow morning."

For a moment, I stood perfectly still, unable to move due to shock. "Less than we were hoping for", he said?

Who the hell were these people?

"Wait," the woman said, "we still have to do something about the tracker, remember? We can't let my parents' dogs track us to the hotel. They would haul my ass back home before you and I even have the chance to leave the city."

My eyes widened as I finally understood what was going on. From the sound of it, Elijah's girlfriend was a rich girl with strict parents, and she was rebelling by running away with her boyfriend. Normally, I wouldn't care about some spoilt rich girl crashing out, but I could actually see an opportunity here. Since this woman's parents were strict enough to put a tracker on her and send people after her, they would certainly be interested in hearing about her current plans. Interested enough to pay a generous price for the information.

Now I just need to find out who she is, I thought, feeling very pleased with myself.

Right on cue, they began to walk out of the alley. I ducked behind a pillar and waited till they were walking before I followed.

I walked a careful distance behind them, but made sure not to let myself lose sight of them.

I was so focused on my mission that I wasn't paying much attention to my surroundings. That was why I walked right under a street light without thinking twice.

When it flared brighter, I froze like a criminal caught mid-crime.

"Damn it," I hissed.

I tried to hide, but I was too late. The woman turned around, and when she locked eyes with me, my own eyes widened. Because she looked exactly like me.