Chapter 7
Natalie
That voice.
Oh god. I knew that voice.
I dashed out of the bedroom, dropping the shirt I’d been about to fold. Lewis was here. He was here. My mouth dried up, and my stomach clenched.
I was shocked to find that my anger didn’t surface at the first glimpse of his beautiful face. The perfect brown skin, high cheekbones, and molten dark eyes that I’d grown to adore over the time we were together. I’d always admired his good looks, but it was his easy smile, his quickness to laugh and joke, the poise of his powerful body that knew himself so completely, and the way he could draw me out of my protective shell that had won me over.
There had been something so good about Lewis. But it was a mask. An Upper East Side mask that I’d let myself be glamoured by. If he had ever b
