Z City
Love Letter Bar
The whole bar was loud as hell. Voices crashed into each other, music boomed, and under the flashing rainbow lights, men and women twisted across the dance floor like they were trying to shake off every bad mood they’d ever had.
One slim figure moved awkwardly through the crowd. White T-shirt, light blue jeans, a simple ponytail tied behind her head. She looked barely in her twenties, more like a college student who had wandered into the wrong place.
Her name was Serena Whitfield. The second she stepped inside, the wall of sound nearly knocked her back.
The childish softness hadn’t quite left her face yet, and standing in a place like this, she looked completely out of sync with everything around her.
It was her first time in a place like this. She had to stand there for several minutes, forcing herself to get used to the noise, the lights, the heat, the whole messy vibe.
At this exact time yesterday, she had used an ovulation test strip. It showed that within the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours, she would ovulate.
Which meant right now.
Yes. She had come to a place like this tonight for one reason only.
She wanted a child.
She knew the “old man” at home could never get her pregnant. Besides, he had dumped her in that villa and left her there for an entire year without a care in the world. So if she wanted a baby, she had to find someone else.
Even if having this child wasn’t really her choice, nobody wanted their kid to grow up plain-looking, right? So she had to pick carefully.
Serena Whitfield bit down on her lower lip. Her round, bright eyes moved from man to man, scanning the room with nervous focus, until one man sitting at the bar suddenly caught her eye.
He was seated sideways, so all she could see was his profile.
But just that profile alone was enough to make her heart skip.
His features were sharp and clean, beautifully sculpted. Especially that high nose bridge and those thin lips. His long lashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyes.
He looked almost mixed-race.
There was a sapphire-blue stud in his left ear, glinting under the lights, dazzling enough to mess with anyone’s head.
Serena quietly sucked in a breath. Her heart felt like it was about to jump straight out of her throat. This was her first time doing anything like this. Of course she was nervous. Super nervous.
Copying the way senior boys at school chatted up younger girls, she reached out and lightly tapped the man on the shoulder.
"Hi."
The man turned his face toward her.
And wow.
That one turn was lethal.
His side profile had already been enough to wreck her composure, but seeing his full face up close? It was game over. He was absurdly, unfairly handsome.
Those pale blue eyes were ridiculously mesmerizing.
Serena Whitfield was so busy staring at the handsome guy that her mind just flatlined for a second.
"What took you so long?!" The man sounded annoyed as hell. He shot to his feet, grabbed Serena by the wrist, and dragged her straight outside before she could even figure out what was going on.
All Serena knew was that this man was insanely strong. His fingers clamped around her wrist so hard it felt like her bones were about to crack.
He took her straight into the hotel next door, like he’d planned the whole thing already, went right up to the presidential suite on the third floor, swiped the key card, and opened the door in one smooth move.
The second they walked in, the man pulled off his white T-shirt, revealing a honey-toned chest.
Serena sucked in a breath. This guy’s body was way too good.
Broad chest, muscles carved in all the right places, not an ounce of extra fat anywhere. Every line on him looked unreal, especially those insanely tempting abs.
This man wasn’t just lethal-looking in the face. His body was on the same level too.
She was practically about to get a nosebleed.
After taking off his shirt, the man started undoing his belt.
Serena’s eyes went wide. Seeing that things were about to head south of the waist, she rushed over and grabbed the hand he was using on the belt. "Wait a second!"