Jessica's POV
The sound of my purse hitting the floor was the only sound I registered. It was a tiny exclamation point on the end of a five-year sentence of denial.
Ethan Blackwood.
I couldn't breathe. My lungs seized, paralyzed by the sight of the man who had destroyed me, now casually materialized in the one place I believed he would never find me.
His midnight blue suit emphasized his shoulders. His dark hair held distinguished silver near the temple, paired wonderfully with storm grey eyes. He looked like the ruthless mogul he had become, and was still, impossibly, dangerously attractive.
A warm hand landed on my arm, and I flinched violently.
"Hey, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."
Alex's voice dragged me back. He bent, retrieving my purse. Hi
