Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 358

"Were you scared by a shadow?"

Serena gently comforted the kitten, her soft voice barely above a whisper. Her slender fingers smoothed the fur that had puffed up in fright, massaging lightly with her fingertips.

In just a few moments, Snuggle had melted into a little marshmallow in her arms, mewing softly and giving her fingers a few tiny, harmless nibbles-more like teething than a real bite.

The night breeze had grown cooler.

Serena stepped into the dim corridor, cradling the kitten in her arms as she made her way back to her room.

In the corner, a shadowy figure lingered silently, only turning to leave once she was safely inside, surrounded by light.

Back in her room, a new message popped up on her phone.

Ruth had sent her an address. "It's a bar opened by a friend from the orchestra. It's still pretty quiet since it's new. Drinks are half off. See if you like it."

It was clearly a spot handpicked for a cozy little birthday gathering. The music must be great or Ruth wouldn't recommend it otherwise.

Serena replied, "Sure."

That same night, Ruth booked a booth and a private room under her own name. They could sit outside and chat or head inside to dance and let loose.

It was a perfect setup.

But less than ten minutes later, this news reached Cole's phone.

lounging alone in a private room at a club. When

he had asked Sarah to help him get Serena. Who would've thought she'd swap herself in and

he figured he'd

Hugh couldn't give Serena children. But if he could win her over-or better yet, get her pregnant-if

Larson, she's here." Tara pushed the door open,

didn't raise her head, waiting silently for

her, now dressed in a clean,

tight fabric couldn't hide her curves, nor the fullness of her figure. Her face, though, was pure-those big

you ask to see me

over a woman's. We can help each other

of hard liquor and suddenly poured it all

her hair, soaking

Wendy recoiled, startled. "You"

you, Mr. Larson."

her head,

glass, She

like a dog.

smirk. His sharp

you win your man back.

the sweet little mistress...

his voice deepening,

penniless woman chasing

neverth

crawling at someone's