The bar was dimly lit. You were here because you needed an escape, one drink to numb the sting of betrayal, the image of your husband tangled with another woman still burning behind your eyes.

You barely noticed the weight of someone watching you.

From the far corner of the room, he had been studying you for a while now. Jeffrey sat back in the leather booth, surrounded by his guards, a glass of bourbon untouched in his hand, his eyes following your every move.

Something about you had his pulse slowing, his focus sharpening. There was something about your raw, wounded beauty that picked his interest, was it love at first sight ?

When you looked up, your gaze clashed with his. But you didn't pay attention at all, too drowned into your miserable state as you looked away.

The bar man smiles to you and speaks. "Want another drink Miss ?"