Kayla
I rolled my eyes, leaning back against the plush VIP booth. "Maybe he just realized what he missed out on," I joked, though my heart was still thumping from the encounter. "His loss."
"Oh, please," Chelsea snorted, swirling the ice in her glass. "That man wasn't shocked you’re married, Kay. He was shocked you married Damien Blackwood. There’s a massive difference."
"What does that even mean?"
"It means," she leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper, "that Charles Wentworth didn't just 'bump' into you. Men like that are sharks. He probably knew your blood type before he even said hello. You’re the woman who landed the biggest, most dangerous fish in the ocean. He’s not looking at you as a girl in a bar; he’s looking at you as a trophy he didn't get to win."
I stared into my wi
