4.Come with me

Amelia's POV

My husband was here. He sat comfortably on one of the couches while a woman knelt between his legs. His head was tipped back, a low groan slipping from his lips as his fingers ran through her hair. Then, as if he sensed me watching, he looked up.

Our eyes met.

And my heart skipped a beat.

Seeing him like that, I felt nothing but hatred burning hotter in my chest.

Coming here to get his dick sucked was his business trip. What a bloody son of a bitch. Both him and the dick sucker weren't even ashamed. Yeah, I understood the bitch was only doing her job to get paid but him, he didn't even care. Not like it was any of my damn business anymore.

He squinted at me like he was trying to place where he'd seen me before. But beneath that, I caught the flicker of interest in his eyes.

If I didn't know the kind of man Matthew really was… If I hadn't lived through years of his lies, his cheating, and his cruelty, I probably would've thought he was just another ridiculously handsome man sitting in a VIP lounge. I might've even walked over to him. Funny how looks could lie so damn well.

I had to pretend I didn't know him. If I looked at him for too long, he might get up and rip the mask off my face. And if we made it home after that, he'd kill me.

I tore my gaze away, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs it actually hurt, and forced myself to scan the rest of the room.

Gigi hadn't even told me the man's name. Damnit. How the hell was I supposed to find him when there were four of them?

I looked from one face to the next, trying to figure out which one I'd been sent here for.

But no matter how hard I tried….My eyes drifted back to Matthew. He leaned toward the woman sucking his dick and whispered something into her ear.

She pulled back, breathing hard, her lips swollen, a sheen of saliva still clinging to them.

My stomach lurched. She followed his gaze until her eyes landed on me.

Then she gave him a small nod before standing up.

Shit. I had to move.

If there was one thing I'd learned after years of being married to Matthew, it was this. Nothing good ever came from that asshole noticing me.

Just as I took a step, cold fingers slipped between mine. I jerked around so fast my breath caught in my throat.

The man standing beside me looked like he'd walked straight off the cover of a magazine.

Dark hair, slightly messy, like he'd been dragging his fingers through it all night and piercing grey eyes. He wore a black leather jacket over a dark polo, faded jeans, and somehow managed to make something so simple look unfairly attractive.

I froze. Every muscle in my body locked up. For a second, my heartbeat drowned out everything else.

Because out of all the men in that room...The one holding my hand was Grey Brentwood.

The billionaire everyone knew. The CEO of the biggest tech company in the country.

Even Matthew, with all his expensive suits and carefully practiced charm, couldn't hold a candle to him. And believe me, that wasn't something I ever thought I'd admit.

Back when I still believed I had a future in tech—back before Matthew slowly tore that dream apart—Grey Brentwood had been my role model.

I'd read interviews about him. Followed his company's latest innovations. Dreamed about working there someday.

I still remember how badly I wanted that job. But then I married Matthew. And just like that, the dream died before it ever had a chance to become real.

So what the hell was Grey doing here?

More importantly...Could he really be my client?

His hand was still wrapped around mine. It was warm. Steady..Surprisingly gentle.

I don't know why, but that simple touch settled my nerves just enough for me to breathe again.

"You're not Gigi," he said quietly, his eyes sliding to the woman who'd started walking toward us.

She stopped so fast it was almost funny. For a second, she looked like she'd rather throw herself back at Matthew than take another step toward Grey.

"There was a change of plans," I cleared my throat. "She couldn't make it."

Standing there in front of the man I'd admired for years should've been exciting.

Instead, I was one wrong word away from falling apart.

Grey let out a quiet scoff. Yeah. He didn't buy my explanation for a second.

"You're lucky you got here first, Grey," Matthew called out with that same smug, punchable grin I knew all too well. "Otherwise, I would've taken her away from you."

God, what an asshole. Grey didn't even acknowledge him.

And that probably irritated Matthew more than any comeback ever could've. Sometimes silence was the best answer to a fool.

The air between them felt... strange. Heavy. Like there was an argument happening that neither of them was saying out loud.

They definitely knew each other. I wasn't surprised.

They were two of the biggest names in the tech industry..Men like them didn't climb to the top without stepping on a few powerful toes along the way.

"Come with me." Grey finally looked at me.

I nodded before I could second-guess myself and followed him toward the door.

Even then, I could still feel Matthew's eyes burning into my back. Every step made me wonder if he'd figured it out. But he didn't try to stop us which meant he didn't.

I'd thank Gigi a thousand times after tonight. She'd worked absolute magic in making sure I looked just different.

Because there was no way Matthew could look at the woman walking beside Grey Brentwood and see his wife.

The Amelia he knew would've never had the courage to dress like this.