Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 363

If Serena were to dry her own hair, she'd have been done five minutes ago. But somehow, it was taking even longer with Hugh's help.

She kept her head down, not daring to say a word-unaware that Hugh's eyes were overflowing with warmth and tenderness behind her.

"Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?"

"Serena's birthday party? At a bar? And Cole still went? That's his aunt for god's sake! Hugh didn't even show up, so why the hell did he go?"

Sarah was hysterical as she clutched the sleeve of one of Cole's secretaries.

The homemade lunch she brought-carefully prepared, lovingly packed-lay scattered on the ground.

She had thought Cole was working late again, like always. So she brought him something a bit of comfort to break the grind.

But Cole wasn't there. Just his secretaries, working overtime in his place.

And when she asked where he'd gone, it broke her.

Serena again! No matter what she did, men flocked to her like dogs wagging their tails.

The secretaries flinched at Sarah's outburst, but they'd seen worse. They were used to the chaos that followed Cole's love life.

Without hesitation, one of them pulled her hand away and snapped. "Why are you taking it out on us? Mr. Cole has women lined up around the block.

you're special, go ahead-tie him to your belt. If not, get out of here. This is an office,

and Sarah was

Sarah stormed straight to the bar. When she found

steal someone else's man! Wait till I film this and send it

hand, Serena kicked open the

stood shirtless, overflowing with impatience as he tossed a bank card

turned to Sarah

"Cole, you-"

with a glance and turned back toward the figure

If you want money, it's

for

He shot upright, startled. As he scrambled to his feet, Wendy gasped for breath

with an annoyed grunt and ordered someone to bring a

finally began to steady. She bit down on her lower lip and wrapped

already left. Nor did she see Sarah

a raw, broken scream. "How am I supposed to be with Zach now? Why is this happening to

forward and yanked

sound of a heel snapping down-the bank card on the table shattered beneath Sarah's high

sight.

in a canvas

collapsed on the

had