Bond by Fate

the room, clutching a glass of champagne she couldn't afford and feeling like a fraud in her borrowed dress. The sleek black gown hugged her curv

her fingers tightening around the stem of the

ew York's elite billionaires, socialites, and CEOs who looked like they'd

planning job, but a last-minute stomach flu had left Evie as the stand-in. Mia had begged her, promis

ng about tonight was how quickly she could es

and a commanding presence that seemed to draw everyone's attention. His dark suit was impeccably tailored, and hi

nder

ike. The billionaire CEO of Knight Enterprises was known for his amazing business tactics and his

lking straigh

e, but the crowd seemed to part for him like the Red Sea. Before she could think of an

d, his voice low and smoot

off guard by his bl

the exit," he clarified, his

blocking a discreet side door. Heat flooded her chee

his arm brushed against hers, sending a jolt of electricity through her. Evie's

ght she could save it. But then time seemed to slow as one glass tipped over, spillin

emed to hol

n spreading across his chest. "Oh my God," she whispe

at her, his expression unreadable. "Do you alw

her shock. "It was an accident," she said, he

aze narrowing. "Do you have any

n, though part of her wanted to point out that h

es flickering over her face as if t

kly. "I'm just... h

d, his tone skeptical.

ediately regretted it. Why

ound of it. "Well, Evie, you'v

before she could respond, he turned and walked away, leav

es of the room, hoping to stay out of trouble. But no matter where she went, she couldn't shak

mind racing. She shouldn't care what he thought of her. He was just ano

ight air, she couldn't help wondering