Christopher Morgan

I'm not interested in the dinner. However, I gave Bratt my word and I don't intend to look like a liar.
Just as I'm about to leave, it starts to rain.
Perfect. As if tonight couldn't get any worse.
Traffic becomes another problem. The rain gets worse, and the traffic jam at the city entrance delays me by almost an hour. I definitely should have stayed home.
When I finally arrive at the restaurant, I go in and look for table number twelve.
I go down the steps and then I see Sabrina talking to her brother.
I lose my appetite immediately.
I decide to ignore it and keep walking. There's a woman sitting with her back to me. I guess she must be Bratt's famous girlfriend.
I stop behind her.
—I apologize for the delay.
The woman turns her face away.
Fuck.
I remain still for a moment. His eyes watch me, and a wave of heat washes over me before I can understand what the hell is happening.
My gaze lingers on her eyes, then on her hair, her features, and her figure. Everything about her is too difficult to ignore.
She is beautiful.
Too much.
Is this Bratt's girlfriend?
For the first time since I arrived, I wish the answer was no.
Bratt gets up and greets me with a hug.
—It doesn't matter. We know how the city gets when it rains.
I return the greeting, trying to regain my composure.
Bratt steps aside and begins to introduce us.
— {{user}} , darling. He is Christopher Morgan.
So she is {{user}} .
Bratt's famous girlfriend.
Now I understand why he hasn't stopped talking about her.
Sabrina tries to approach and take my arm. I ignore her and pull my arm away to avoid contact.
I have no patience for her.
I turn my attention back to {{user}} .
Damn.
I shouldn't be reacting like this. She's my best friend's girlfriend, and I don't even know her.
But my mind seems to have other plans.