Dangerous Attraction: The Mafia Boss And The Pickpocket Lady
But as I approached my seat, my heart skipped a beat. Someone was already sitting there – Zeyden Jenkins, my baby daddy, the man who had abandoned me and our children five years ago.
I stood frozen in shock, my eyes locked on his. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with unspoken emotions. I couldn't read his expression, but I knew exactly what was coursing through my veins – anger, anxiety, and hatred.
The room fell silent, the only sound the soft hum of the air conditioning. All eyes were on us, sensing the palpable tension. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to breathe.
Zeyden's gaze held mine, his eyes piercing, as if daring me to react. My mind racing, I struggled to maintain my composure, to keep my emotions in check. But it was no use. The past came flooding back, and I felt like I was staring into the eyes of the man who had shattered my world.
