Chapter 95 He Knows

Alicia Davenport My eyes widened as I stared at him, frozen in place. Did he just say what I think he said? "What?" I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper. Nicholas’s gaze didn’t waver as he repeated, “You’re the woman in the red dress.” My heart sank into my stomach. How did he know? How did he figure it out? And then, like a punch to the face, the realization hit me. The man I’d been dancing with that night at Illusio, the man I’d felt an inexplicable attraction to, wasn’t just some stranger. It was Nicholas. The fuck?! “What do you mean by that?” I asked, still trying to play stupid, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, this was all some misunderstanding. Nicholas’s eyes narrowed slightly as he took a step closer. “Illusio. The club. Masquerade night,” he said slowly, as though each word was a piece of evidence he was laying out in front of me. “We danced. You were wearing that red dress with the mask. I knew something felt familiar, but now I’m sure. It was y