Folding it, I placed it in its previous place and took out the black dress from the back of the row. It was a dress Tess forced me to buy when I went shopping with her.

A thigh length sleeveless dress with a sweetheart neckline. Simple yet classy. This was a bad choice for this cool weather like tonight, but…

I bit my lip to hold back the smile that threatened to spill.

Walking back inside my room, I got ready for the evening.

My heart skipped when the doorbell rang.

He was here.

Blowing out a breath, I checked myself one last time in the mirror. My curves were winking at me due to the perfect fitting. The sweetheart neckline put a part of my cleavage on display when my wavy dark brown locks fell freely down my shoulders. And the dark smoky eyes, nude makeup and red lipstick finished my look.

Satisfied with my makeup, I grabbed my clutch and phone.

At the mention of the phone, I remembered I didn’t check it the whole day due to my busy schedule at the office. It’s been two days since I got that message from Warner, but I didn’t hear anything back from him since then.

I did a quick check on my phone. No calls or messages from him. I didn’t know what was going on in his head. Was he really going to come?

I will call him again later. I have to hurry now. Ace is waiting for me.

Putting the phone inside my purse, I rushed downstairs, as much as I could with my high heels. Once I was before the closed door, I smoothed my hair once more. My heart raced at the thought of his reaction after he would see me. Nervousness and excitement burst through my veins.

I wonder what this night has in store for me.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, and stepped outside.

TWENTY-EIGHT: RED FREAKING WITCH!

When I was finally outside, I was frozen in my place. The cold breeze that kissed my skin wasn’t the culprit. It was him. Looking like he just dived out of a magazine, he stood there leaning against his car, waiting. The crease between his brows was the proof of his impatient.

Even comparing him to those models printed on magazines would be an insult to his beauty. He was… beyond gorgeous.

Flaunting a navy-blue Armani suit, paired with a charcoal black shirt beneath and a pair of polished expensive shoes, he took my breath away. As always.

Noticing me, he stood straight. “You’re five minutes late.” And then his eyes went to the rest of my body. My skin burned under that heated stormy gaze of his as they ran over me.

His strong jaw clenched, nostrils flared as he let out a curse. Gray eyes darkened.