Nicole
When I turned around, there she was—Yelena.
She wore a blue silk dress that hugged every curve of her body perfectly.
Everything about her screamed power and charisma—the walking definition of a corporate queen.
The casual way she said "Damien" made my skin crawl.
Before my husband could respond, I jumped in.
"Ms. Tyler, what a surprise to see you here," I said, clinging to Damien's arm.
My tone was polite but cold.
Yelena's eyes flickered to where my hand rested possessively on Damien's arm, clear irritation crossing her face.
I could practically read her thoughts: What's mine will be mine again. Just wait.
"You shouldn't drink too much," she said, completely ignoring me and focusing on Damien with intimate concern in her voice. "Your stomach can't h
