CHAPTER FOUR

Bryan's wedding reception took place at the Bowery Hotel Ballroom and I was reminded of how rich Bryan had been.

That should have been enough to clue me in, right? But I was young, stupid and hopelessly naive when I met Bryan.

Why would I ever think a multimillionaire CEO would want a plain boring girl with parent issues?

And I thought I could last as his girlfriend without having sex with him?

 But he had led me to believe that he was fine with it after I explained how much my mom's cautions still echoed in my head.

He said he would wait until I was okay, until I was able to forget my mom's voice telling me I would burn in hell for sleeping with men I wasn't married to.

“Get your head out of the gutter, girl!” Margie whispered beside me, and nudged me pulling me out of my head.

I smiled at her, a grateful smile. I didn't like thinking of my mother…

How she preached tirelessly, read the Bible to me but she didn't mind starving me or beating hell out of me when she thought I did something wrong.

I pushed all those thoughts away and walked into the hall with Margie.

“Girl, I forgot how loaded Bryan is, too bad he's an asshole.” Margie sneered and I laughed.

A waiter walked by us carrying a tray filled with glasses of champagne and Brittany snatched up two and handed one to me.

Of course the waiter didn't notice and I giggled as I took the glass from her hand and took a sip.

“Hmm” we moaned at the same time and giggled.

“Expensive stuff.” She commented. I looked around the hall, noting how there were mostly other CEO’s, models and influencers in the party.

The guest list looked pretty high profile but we managed to sneak in.

There wasn't much security and Margie somehow presented a fake invitation for both of us and mentioned something about a hacker guy she used to fuck and was still in touch with.

I had to admit, I was nervous. Would Bryan kick us out when he saw me? I mean, we were literally gate crashing his party.

But Margie said it was okay to tell his wife who I was if he tried to do that.

Cruel, but then Brittany called the shots here.

We walked around, talking and whispering trying not to blow our covers while Margie looked for a rich guy to flirt with or someone hot enough for me to hook up with.

An hour later, I was slightly tipsy and Margie was nowhere to be found and I hadn't seen Bryan either.

Wasn't it his own party? Why wasn't he here?

As I nursed another glass of champagne, someone walked up to the stage and announced the couple's entrance.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched Bryan and his wife get ushered into the hall through a side entrance.

 No one would have noticed them coming in if it hadn't been for the announcement.

The glow from the chandeliers fell on them as they came up to the stage and applause erupted in the hall.

My heart twisted bitterly as Bryan's voice came through the speakers and he apologized for being late.

His wife looked dazzling, beautiful. Oh God, she wasn't just beautiful, she was sexy. She was obviously a model.

The dress she was wearing would buy out my entire wardrobe and several more.

And here I was standing here trying to fit in a cheap tacky dress. I never stood a chance.

She was the kind of woman Bryan was into.  At that moment, I realized I wasn't completely over Bryan.

I turned away from the stage and asked someone for the restroom, then slipped quietly out of the hall.

I stumbled out of the hall and into the lobby, with no idea where I was going. I just wanted to be as far away from there as possible.

What the hell was I thinking? Why had I allowed Margie to drag me to this party?

And she wasn't even here…

I wasn't looking where I was going at all and the next thing I was bumping into a wall.

I stumbled backwards with a gasp and looked up.

Those eyes…could it be? No way…what were the odds of bumping into the man I lost my virginity to at a hotel in New York?

His eyes were pinned on me, taking my breath away.

Suddenly, someone walked up to me and grabbed my hand.

I turned to see a man in tattoos, looking like a gangster sneering down at me.

“How dare you bump into the boss like that? Are you a fucking spy?” He yelled.

I gasped and tried to pry myself out of his grasp.

“Leave her alone, Diego.” My hot stranger ordered. Diego reluctantly let go of me and stepped away.

“Leave.” He ordered, his eyes still on me. Diego stared between us, his eyes flashing with anger before he reluctantly left.

We stood there staring at each other, my heart beating rapidly. It was him, alright.

It was the same voice that sent heat coursing between my legs.

Seeing him more clearly now and I was finding it difficult to breathe. His stormy grey eyes were filled with something dark and possessive.

His hair was dark, his face sculpted, and tattoos covered his neck, he was jacked. His muscles bulged in the black shirt he wore.

Like they were struggling to breathe as the shirt clung to his torso like a greedy lover.

My knees suddenly grew weak and my pussy throbbed. The way his eyes darkened, I knew he knew exactly what was going on inside me.

The next minute, he had me pinned against the wall, his hands on either side of my head.

“It's you.” He growled. A shiver ran down my spine and I took in a ragged breath.

“You…must have me mistaken for someone else.” I squeaked.

He chuckled, and leaned down to whisper in my ears.

“I've never fucked anyone that felt like you, I'm definitely not mistaken.”

And just like that, common sense left me and I leaned forward and slammed my lips against his.