I knew I wasn’t the only one looking at him. There were so many others – it was a gut feeling I had. But Constantijin only had eyes for me.
Oh my God.
The raw emotions in his gaze made me catch my breath, but then Constantijin suddenly turned away, with such abruptness he almost appeared rough, nothing like the utterly urbane and larger-than-life billionaire he was known to be.
When he disappeared through another set of doors, I knew he had decided to walk away for me yet another time – maybe for good.
“Drake, I’m sorry---I have to go,” I choked out even as I was unable to take my gaze off the doors that Constantijin had just gone past.
Tears burned my eyes, and I did my best to blink them away before they could ruin my mascara and I ended up looking like someone who just escaped from an asylum and security would have to kick out of the party.
Behind me, Drake said in a quiet voice, “Go get him.”
It made me look at him over my shoulder with a wobbly smile. One day soon, I really had to ask him why he seemed to know me so well, why he always seemed to be there for me at the right time and place.
But not now – not when I finally accepted what my subconscious had known all along.
My feet started to move, the heaviness inside of me dissipating with every step I took towards the man whose gorgeous face hid a wealth of heartbreaking faults.
This time would be different. This time I’d court him myself if I had to because this time, for better or for worse---this time I knew I was in love with him.