•64•Worthless Things

Their eyes met, his electric cyan eyes locking with her grey ones. In that moment, Skylar felt like she'd been transported to three years ago, the current that'd always sizzled between them that they'd always tried to ignore before he'd asked her to pretend to be his girlfriend at his family get together.

Then as quickly as he'd looked at her, Luca looked away, showing not even a single sign of acknowledgement. Skylar was left staring at him like a dumbstruck dimwit as he strolled to the head table followed by a man Skylar remembered to be Brandon Wood.

“I apologize again.” Luca said to the board, his voice the ever sexy baritone she remembered it to be even though he was talking business. “A little traffic came up.”

Sitting in the swivel chair with his body adorned in that fitting grey suit, his hair moderately slicked back, he looked as handsome as she remembered him to be.

Yet it still felt like a dream. After all, what were the chances that out of all the business tycoons that cou