Page 93 of The Heartbreaker
Where no one would touch me.
Why couldn’t I move?
“Addison.”
The sound of my name hit my skin and bounced right off.
“Addison, look at me.”
I felt something on my face, like hands.
And that voice—it was achingly familiar.
A stare I could feel even though I couldn’t feel anything at all.
“Addison, baby, look at me.”
I didn’t know what I was gazing at since it seemed like I wasn’t looking at anything at all, but something began to come into focus.
A chest. Neck. A sexy jawline that I remembered so well.
Lips, a Cole nose, and cobalt eyes.
Ridge.
“There you are,” he said.
He was holding my face.
He was locking his stare with mine.
But …
I didn’t believe it was him.
I made everyone in this club look like Ridge.
I changed their eyes to his. Their hair. Their cheeks. Their nose.
“No.” I shook my head, feeling hands on my cheeks. “No, it’s not you.”
“What do you mean, it’s not me? Addison, I’m calling you by your real name. You go by Addy in here. How would I know that?” He paused. “Listen to my voice. Doesn’t it sound like me?”
I blinked several times. His face didn’t change.
Neither did the feel of his hands.
Or the smell of his cologne that my nose was just now picking up on.
“What happened to you? Where’s your bra?” His fingers were at the bottoms of my eyelids. “Why are you crying?”
I swallowed, searching for my voice, my throat feeling so heavy and tight. “He touched me.”
“Who touched you?”
“A guest.”
“What do you mean, he touched you, Addison?”
