Love's New Bloom by Simone Hastings

Chapter 1 Heartbroken

It was 10 pm on a summer night. A beautiful woman in a body-hugging dress and exquisite makeup sat

in a hotel room at one of the city’s five-star hotels. A cigarette wisping pungent smoke dangled from her

trembling fingers, showing how unstable her emotions were at the moment. She was eavesdropping on

a conversation going on in another hotel room that she’d bugged, and it made her heart twist painfully.

The conversation was between a man and a woman. The woman said, “Ian, you’ve been coming to me

so frequently that I’m on the verge of collapse…”

The man said, “Don’t tell me you’re unhappy about this.”

The woman giggled. “I’m ecstatic!”

“She’s going on a business trip tomorrow, so you can come over.”

“Ian, I’m curious about something. Back then, Erin was known as the belle of our university. Don’t you

love her anymore?”

Ian said, “She’s worse than a sex doll. We’ve been married for a year, but I haven’t even laid a finger

on her. That’s what she deserves for acting all high and mighty and leading me on! I’m not even

interested in her anymore.”

The woman gasped. “That’s terrible. What’s the point of your marriage, then?”

“Who cares? It’s all she deserves. Alright, let’s stop talking about her…”

Erin Lane couldn’t bear to listen to the rest of their conversation. She removed the earbud and stared

blankly at the floor as she recalled how her husband, Ian Sloan, had mumbled another woman’s name

in his sleep. “Tracy, you’re gorgeous…”

This had shocked the grogginess out of her. Tracy? Was he talking about Tracy Brown, her classmate

from university? They’d lost contact after graduation, though. How did she and Ian know each other?

The following day, Erin asked another friend for Tracy’s number. Then, she invited Tracy over under the

guise of wanting her to come up with a design for their bathroom because she wanted to renovate it.

Tracy had come over that afternoon, and Erin took the opportunity to peek at her phone while she was

in the bathroom. It was locked, so she couldn’t see its contents, but the fact that it had automatically

connected to the Wi-Fi was enough to make her heart sink.

Erin couldn’t remember how she’d sent Tracy on her way, but she recalled how she’d scoured Ian’s

bank statements. Over six months, he’d gone to the same hotel 86 times…Now that Erin had a

location, she tracked down the hotel room he’d reserved permanently and secretly bugged it. And now,

she’d heard the truth.

…

Erin got into a taxi after leaving the hotel. The driver asked, “Where to, miss?”

Where to? Where could she go? At this moment, she recalled how her best friend, Holly Green, had

dragged her to the city’s most renowned private club when she was drunk out of her mind. “Take me to

No. 1, Evergreen Avenue, please.”

“Twilight?” The driver was obviously surprised. Erin returned his surprised look with a level gaze. Her

heart felt like it had been soaked in acid; she was in so much pain she could barely breathe, and her

chest felt unbearably heavy. She pressed a hand to her chest hoping it would help soothe the pain, but

it didn’t help in the least. Tears rolled down her face, ruining her makeup.

Half an hour later, the driver turned to look at her. “We’re here, miss.”

Erin returned to her senses and dazedly tugged a few hundred-dollar bills from her purse. “Keep the

change.”

The driver thanked her profusely, then watched as she stumbled into the club. “What a pity. Such a

pretty woman, here to ruin herself…”

Erin walked into the club, made a beeline for the front desk, and slapped a debit card on the counter. “I

have five million dollars here. Get me the most handsome man in this club!”

The receptionist sized her up and said politely, “Welcome, miss. Are you referring to Mr. Dunn?”

“Yes, that’s right!” Erin whipped out some wet wipes from her bag and removed her makeup.

The receptionist frowned slightly. “Miss, why don’t you take a seat at the lounge over there while I make

a call? It’ll only be a short while.” As Erin turned to leave, the receptionist secretly snapped a photo of

her side profile and sent it to the owner of the club, Sean Dunn.

He immediately called the receptionist and growled, “What the hell? How dare you send me a photo of

such an ugly woman! You’ll be out of a job the next time you pull something like this!”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dunn, but…she has five million dollars…” The receptionist couldn’t resist giving it a shot

at the thought of the commission she’d earn from Erin’s money.

Sean wasn’t at Twilight at the moment. Instead, he was in his office. His tone turned frosty as he said,

“I heard from Jamie that you’re new. I’ll give you one more chance instead of firing you, and I’m

warning you: I’m the one picking the women, not the other way round!” He hung up right after.

The receptionist was about to explain to Erin when she saw Erin stand up and walk toward a man

walking out of the nearby elevator.

He looked to be about 27 or 28 and was about 6’2”. He wore a dark, fitted suit. His broad shoulders,

toned waist, and long legs made Erin’s blood rush to her head. The man was also unbelievably

handsome. She gulped and trained her gaze on him, but her question was directed at the receptionist.

“This is the most handsome man in your club, right?”

This was only the receptionist’s second day of work, so she didn’t recognize the man. She was about to

say he wasn’t one of their staff when he stopped her with a single glance. His domineering aura

immediately made her shut up. He walked to Erin and appraised her bare face—it wasn’t half bad.

“Hello, you can call me Mr. Frost.”

“Hi, I…I’m Erin Lane. I have…I have five million dollars!”

The man smirked when she stuttered nervously, and he looked her up and down. He leaned close to

her and whispered into her ear, “Is this your first time here?” His velvety voice made her knees weak,

and he wrapped an arm around her waist to hold her up. He gazed deeply into her eyes, making her

feel like he could see right through to her soul.

Erin’s face was beet red. “Yeah…”

“Do you want to leave with me?” His tone was nonchalant.

She subconsciously thought about Ian and Tracy; her heart twisted painfully again. She’d given her

marriage her all, yet all she’d gotten in return was heartache and betrayal. What was the point of

keeping herself chaste for him? Erin had originally come here with the intention of licking her wounds

alone, but her rage and humiliation won out over her rationality. A few seconds later, she nodded.

The man smirked. “Come with me, then.” He left with Erin in tow.

The receptionist gaped at them, only returning to her senses when the black Maybach sped off into the

night. She hurriedly called Sean again and was almost in tears when he answered the phone. “Mr.

Dunn, someone stole your business!”

“What? What are you talking about?” Sean was lost.

“A stranger just took one of our customers away with him!”