Chapter 83 Into Her Trap

Van Dyke stared at the scantily dressed woman before him. She was older, but as dazzling as ever. In a low-cut evening gown that accentuated her slim figure, and pert little breasts, that were clearly visible over the top of her low-necked, clingy gown, she was smiling up at him, seductively. A coy smile and he felt again, a struggle within him. Once he had loved this woman, had been prepared to lay his life down for her, … And she had tossed him away, broken his heart, and turned him into what some called, a ’man-whore’. He pushed her arms away as politely as he could and stepped away from her, rocking back on his heels as he said in a cool voice,