75

Evidences

Natasha.

I looked around, determined to find them, but my gaze stopped at the bar once more as I saw the rear view of someone who just appeared awfully familiar.

Bloody hell.

I walked to the bar gracefully, pushing down the urge to storm there and slam that ass against the wall.

"What the heck are you doing here?" I asked in an icy tone and the man standing before me stopped moving briefly, dropping his wine glass on the counter.

"Oh. Guess I have been found," Tyler replied and slowly turned around to face me with a smug smile.

"Tyler, why are you here?" I asked, glaring...