CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
I WAS MISERABLE. It had been two weeks since I’d seen Luna, and the pain wasn’t lessening. Betrayal was a cruel kind of feeling, and it hurt worse knowing I was the gullible fool who had fallen for manipulative women more than once. What was wrong with me that I was so susceptible to a pretty face? Give me a boardroom or a face-to-face with a skeptical client, and I would always come out on top. With relationships, I garnered a failing grade.
Sitting in my office, I was staring at the cityscape out my office windows, lost in thought when my phone rang. Chase’s name was on the screen, so I swiped to answer the call.
“What’s up, Chase?” I asked half-heartedly. My friend had been looking further into Luna’s involvement with Nolan West since Dana made the initial discov
