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TRENT
Going to Pulse was not planned. I couldn’t even explain what made me decide to go there. And then she walked in.
I saw her immediately. I was watching the door, debating on leaving, but then she was there. The red dress hugged every single one of those curves that I couldn’t stop thinking about. It had been months, and I hadn’t been able to get her out of my mind.
It was even worse when I saw her checking in to my hotel. The look on her face made it clear she had no idea it was my hotel. For some reason, that bothered me. I wanted her to want to be near me. Instead, she was horrified when she found out. Like I was a disease she was desperately trying to avoid.
She was the opposite. She was everything I wanted. I craved her in a way I’d never wanted a woman before. And seeing
