~CHAPTER 55~
The blue eyes met mine, and a jolt of electricity coursed through my veins.
He was sitting on a plush couch, surrounded by the muted conversation and the soft glow of cocktail glasses, but his gaze was fixed solely on me the moment our eyes locked.
My mind went blank, and my body reacted on autopilot. I tried composing myself, reminding myself that I was at work and needed to maintain a professional demeanor.
But my heart was flip-flopping, hands shaking as I quickly dropped the tray of drinks.
What the hell is wrong with me? Only his presence has me shaky, like a leaf trembling. My mind is a jumbled mess of questions and doubts.
Why is he here, in this club, out of all the places in this city? Is he stalking me? The thought made me snap a questionable gaze to him.
Come on, Katya, stop being ridiculous. He doesn't even remember you. You're just a fleeting face in a sea of strangers.
