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Sinking back into the booth, I sighed. “Don’t you get it? I can never see him again after that night.”

“Why? It’s not like you’re entering a relationship with him. It was one night, Chloe. One satisfying night. If the two of you do run into each other, all you have to do is say hi and move along. And I don’t mean to be rude, but he may not even remember you. He’s a guy, and he had random sex with a random girl. If he did it with you, I can guarantee he makes a habit of it. Do you think I remember half of the guys I fuck?” She smiled.

“Maybe you’re right. He probably wouldn’t remember me anyway.”

“Finally, you get it. Now stop this neurotic behavior, and let’s enjoy dinner.”

Chapter Eight

Chloe

I walked around the gallery, making sure everything was in order. The caterers had arrived, and the bar was being set up. Nerves filtered through me, as this was one of the biggest nights of my life, and I had to pull it off to perfection. Failure wasn’t an option. As I took in a deep breath, Connor and Ellery walked over to me.

“You seem to be nervous.” Connor smiled.

“I am. This is a big night, and I’m worried.”

“Do you think you did a good job?” Ellery asked.

“I think so.”

“Then you have nothing to be nervous or worried about.” Connor winked.

“Relax, Chloe. This is going to be a fabulous night and a huge success. Have a drink.” Ellery pulled a glass of champagne off the tray as one of the waiters walked by.

One by one, the people started to enter the gallery. I watched the expressions on their faces as they moved from one area to another, looking at the vast collection of art. As I was talking to one of the artists, Sienna walked up and stood next to me.

“I am so proud of you.” She smiled. “This place looks phenomenal.”

“Thanks. It was a lot of work but well worth it.”

“Are your mom and dad coming?” she asked as she grabbed a hors d’oeuvre from the tray.

“Yes. They should be here shortly.”

As I brought my glass of champagne to my lips and took a small sip, it sprayed out of my mouth as my eyes looked over and saw him standing there with a beautiful tall brunette, looking at the Impressionist art collection.

“Chloe, are you okay?” Sienna asked with concern.

“NO. It’s him!”

“Where?” Her head turned in every direction.

“Right over there.” I pointed.

“Holy shit. The hot guy with the brunette?”

“Yes.”

My belly fluttered at the sight of him but turned sick when I looked at her.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I asked as I ducked behind a large sculpture.

“He obviously likes art. Talk to him. Maybe you can tell the fake brunette about your little rendezvous in London.”

“NO! I need to go to my office for something. I’ll be right back.”

“Chloe. You aren’t being cool right now.”

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