Miracle
Shock hit me like a painful punch to the gut at the sight of Drake, my cheating bastard ex. I felt like my breath was knocked out of me.
The fool and thief who'd broken my heart was here, right in the flesh, standing in front of me with a shocked look on his face.
Leonel's good looks made Drake look like a rusty gate, and I felt deeply ashamed for letting his wandering d**k f**k me. He wore a cheap-looking jacket and shirt, different from his usual attire of hoodies and ripped jeans. The jacket hung loosely on him, and his shirt was a gaudy print. It was a look that was utterly out of character for him.
My mind raced with questions. What were the odds of running into my jobless ex from Alaska in Beverly Hills? Was the country so tiny that I couldn't even escape him in a place
