When My Ex's Worst Enemy Became My Sanctuary novel Chapter 14

Dorothea had arrived with Carmen, but now she was stranded outside the club, phone in hand, trying to get a ride. The place was so out of the way, though, none of the drivers were willing to come.

Just as she was about to try again, someone’s hand clamped down on her shoulder from behind.

She was wearing a black spaghetti-strap dress, and the instant she felt that touch on her bare skin, she jerked away, putting her bag between them. Her voice was cold and sharp. “What do you want?”

She didn’t know the man, but his shirt was rumpled, and there were red marks on his neck. One look and she could tell he was trouble. Her face went pale as she glanced at the security guard by the door, but he just turned away, pretending he hadn’t seen anything.

The man leered at her. “Relax. I just want to make friends.”

He took another step closer, his eyes hungry and shameless. “Albert’s old flame is back in town. Why not trade up? Think about giving me a chance instead.”

Dorothea’s eyes flickered with fear as his shadow fell over her. “Who are you?” she demanded. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He looked even more pleased by her fear, his gaze lingering on her face. No wonder Albert kept her hidden.

Dorothea tried to call the police, but he was faster. He grabbed her phone with one hand, clamped down on her arm with the other. “Calling the cops? That’ll ruin all the fun.”

A few strands of her hair stuck to her cheek as she shouted for help, desperate for the security guard to do something. But this was a private club. Everyone knew who Harper was, and nobody wanted to get on the wrong side of Mr. Stevens.

Just when Dorothea thought this was the end, someone pulled her back, an arm sliding around her waist, drawing her into a firm, warm embrace.

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