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I was too old. Too jaded. Too damn fucking hard for this soft bit of a girl.

But I wanted her. And I was going to have her.

Not for keeps. But for my own purposes. And to sate the hunger that had been growing ever since I laid eyes on her.

I shook my head to clear it.

Yeah, I knew exactly what my Darlin’ Clementine needed.

Not one of those boys she infrequently went out with.

She needed a real man.

Me.

She needed me.

My heart started to thud, and my cock strained beneath my tailored slacks.

Fuck.

I couldn’t afford to be sentimental about this. My pursuit of Clementine Aziz was not personal.

It was business.

At least, that’s what I’d been telling myself for a year.

I’d spent the majority of that time trying to learn everything I could about her. But from afar, my options were limited.

She had bodyguards and her cyber security was excellent. But that was to be expected.

Still, what I did learn piqued my interest. I had to admit, I was curious about the woman.

Who was she really?

And I didn’t mean just the daughter of Josef Aziz or some poor little rich girl who worked for her father’s company.

What made her tick?

And more importantly, could I make her tick for me?

Chapter 8-Clementine

I stopped in the hallway, and it took a moment for the woman working the closet to find my long velvet coat.

Nerves skittered up my spine. I would have left without it, but it was cold as fuck.

“Going somewhere, Clemmy mine?” Mom’s voice reached me, and I spun to face her with a brittle smile.

She was still so beautiful, my mother. Perfect in every way. But I hated lying to her, and I knew I would have to.

“Um, yeah. Just getting my coat,” I said tightly.

She shook her head and sighed.

Dammit.

I was busted, and I knew it.

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