Diary 28- A One Night Stand, It is?
Chapter 130
Mariah Laurent had no business being here.
The low hum of conversation, the clinking of glasses, the scent of expensive perfume—all of it reminded her she didn’t belong. The private rooftop lounge was reserved for New York’s elite, a world she had only ever seen from a distance. Yet, here she was, dressed in a figure-hugging black dress borrowed from her best friend, sipping on a cocktail she couldn’t afford, and pretending she wasn’t completely out of place.
She wasn’t supposed to be here. But after the hellish week she’d had, she deserved one night to forget reality.
One night.
Her fingers traced the rim of her glass as her gaze flickered across the room—until it landed on him.
Zane Calloway.
The name alone sent whispers through the
