A lot of scenarios popped into my mind that I couldn’t even begin to imagine, but one thing that scared the living s**t out of me that he could possibly be one of her clients.
My blood turned to ice. God, hell, no!
“Harry?”
My brows met together. Harry? ”Mate, you must have mistaken her with someone else.” I wrapped my arm around Westley’s tiny waist, possessively.
I was not a type of bloke who turned Neanderthal in front of his girlfriend or at any male population just to prove that this woman belonged to me. And thank, God! He heard my prayer.
Westley was still on her rigid posture for a minute and hadn’t moved a muscle or spoke a word.
“Love, let’s get inside the lift.”
“Harry, Jesus. I’ve been looking for you for years. I thought you were dead,” he said in a painful and worried
