Secret Admiration: Finding True Love After Prison

Outside the club, two burly bodyguards stood by the entrance.

Dalton was about to lead Lydia inside when the guards abruptly blocked their path with their arms.

Dalton's expression turned icy. He shot a cold glare at the guards, his voice sharp. "My uncle asked us here. What's the hold-up?"

The guards, towering and unyielding, spoke with a chill in their voices. "I need to report this inside first."

Annoyed, Dalton was about to lose his cool when Lydia gently lugged on his sleeve.

Sensing Chandler was likely trying to make things difficult for her, she gave the guards a warm, if slightly strained, smile. "It's alright if I wait here. Can you let Dalton go in?" The night air had turned sharply cold after the rain, and the draft at the club's entrance made it even worse.

Lydia, wearing a sleek satin dress, was visibly shivering, her nose reddening from the chill.

The guard was unmoved by her plea and responded firmly, "No."

Dalton's face turned stormy.

Frustrated and without a clear outlet for his anger, he watched the guard disappear into the club, leaving them out in the cold.

Finally, after more than ten minutes, the guard reappeared.

can

at the guard,

the guard was Chandler's man, Dalton

and a few others.

keep his tone steady. "I've brought

won a hand and erupted in celebration, his loud cheer drowning

His mood,

his arm, silently urging

and it

if you have any issues, take them up with me. Don't make things

shining armor. You two must have quite the thing going

someone she could afford to cross, even without the added complication of their

casually on the couch, and Dante quickly caught the cue. Tossing aside his cards, he wrapped

some great wine stashed here. Let's go

that Dante was trying to sideline

leave Lydia alone

I'll have the wine brought here so

over at

the couch and pointed at Lydia. "Then let your lover pour