Page 8 of Forced By the Bratva King

“You don't recognize me, do you?” I asked; he still had that mysterious look etched upon his handsome face.Damn, you’re hot.

“I’m afraid I don’t,” he said, his voice so low and husky that it sent shivers down my spine.

“That’s—that’s understandable,” I replied, trying not to stutter or appear disoriented. “We haven’t met before, but Madelyn has told me a lot about you.”

She skipped the fact that you’re gorgeous, though.

The man was quiet, his eyes lingering on my body, but he still seemed to be listening to what I was saying.

“I’m Madelyn’s best friend, Sierra. That should ring a bell,” I blurted out.

“Ohh, Sierra,” he said, finally recognizing me. “Right. How are you?”

“I’m–I’m alright,” I said. “Whatever she told you about me, there’s a ninety-eight percent chance that they’re all exaggerations,” I added jokingly. “Just pointing that out.”

He smiled faintly. “What if what she told me about you was nice stuff?”

“Well, then,thoseare correct.” I chuckled.

It was now that I noticed the tattoo around his wrist, just above his golden Rolex. He had one streaking out from beneath his white undershirt, and I assumed that most of his body was covered in ink.

That was fucking hot.

But wait a minute. Why’s he dressed in a suit? This is a club, not a business meeting. It looks great on him, though.

“She told me you were beautiful. But she didn’t tell me you werethisbeautiful,” he said, burying a hand in his pocket.

His flattery made my cheeks flush and put a smile on my face.She didn’t tell me you were this handsome, either.“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Oh, I highly doubt that,” he said, his eyes catching mine like a magnet.

We looked at each other for the next few seconds, and I cursed at myself for crushing on my best friend’s boyfriend. I knew this feeling would fade with time, but for now, I couldn’t help but admire him.

For some very weird reason, I felt drawn to him, and the aura he gave was both dangerous and safe at the same time.

I forced myself to tear my gaze off him and focus my attention on the floor as though what would save me from his charms sat at my feet.

“Sierra!” Madelyn’s voice startled me, and I felt like she’d caught me falling for her man; my heart rate picked up, and I couldn’t help the guilt that washed over me.

“Yes?” I swiveled immediately to face her.

My brows knitted as I saw her standing with her elbow locked with a young man’s. He was tall and wearing a black jacket over a pair of black pants. Along with being lanky, he had the stance of a model.

Hold on a minute. What’s going on here?

She smiled. “Sierra, this is Chris.”

Holy shit!I exclaimed within me.Are you kidding me right now?

“Chris, baby, this is my best friend, Sierra,” Madelyn said, holding tightly onto him.

“Nice to finally meet you, Sierra. She’s told me a lot about you.” He reached out to shake my hand.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. This isn’t happening. Is it? Fuck, it is.

I took his hand and smiled. “Nice to meet you, too, Chris.”

If this is Chris, then who’s…?I turned back to face the strange man who’d made me feel butterflies in my stomach, but he was gone.Okay…this is so fucked up.