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Satisfaction flowsthrough me like a drug, heightening the spring in my step as I head toward Owen’s office. My god, I could actually whistle with how fantastic I feel.

Saturday night was by far the best night of my life; who knew one woman could make you feel so incredible, so whole, complete?

I’m kicking myself that I never got her name. She disappeared when the sun came up, which pissed me the hell off, but I have a trump card, and I’m about to walk into his office and insist he find the woman who rocked my world. Hell, changed my goddamn life, because for the first time ever, I want a woman by my side.

Have I gone insane? Possibly.

I want a repeat of everything I gave her and she gave me.

I want her.

One woman.

My obsession.

I swing open Owen’s office door and beam in his direction when he spins to face me. I know what my three best friends are thinking with their eyes ping-ponging from me to one another, but I remain steadfast and throw myself into a chair to await the influx of questions about to descend on me for my unusually positive disposition.

“What the hell happened to you?” Tate scrutinizes my face.

“The deal with Fanzio go well, then?” Mase asks with a smile almost as wide as my own. At the mention of that prick’s name, I grimace but shrug it off, determined to remain on target and not let the old goat dampen my mood.

Sure, George Fanzio might be a property billionaire who I’m relying on selling me land in some godforsaken town for me to expand my empire, but he’s not what’s important. She is.

Since my best friends and I started STORM Enterprises, we’ve had many deals, but none meant anything to me compared to this one. Maybe it’s the thrill of the chase that has me so determined.

But I will get what I want; I always do.

“Actually, it went to shit.”

Shaw’s gaze bounces from the guys’ to mine. “Well, why didn’t you start with that, and why are you so happy when you’ve wanted this deal for so long?”

I wave Shaw off.Fuck the deal.

Blowing out a deep breath, I sit back in the chair, cross my arms over my chest, and with a huge smile on my handsome face, hit my best friends with the truth. “I’m in love.”

“What the fuck?” Tate splutters his coffee like an idiot, while Mase, Owen, and Shaw all look at me like I’ve grown multiple heads. Who needs more when you have one as brilliant and good-looking as mine?

“Holy shit, that burns.” Tate unbuttons his shirt, and I roll my eyes. “Fucking Jesus. Do I need the ER or something?” He turns from one side to the other, surveying his reddening chest while all I can do is wince at the thought of the stain on his shirt. Yeah, that’s not coming out.

Owen points toward Tate’s vacated seat. “Sit the fuck down, you wuss, and grow up. I need to hear this.”

Tate mumbles something about needing a cold compress, but I ignore him and tell them what they’re so used to hearing after I return from a meeting with Fanzio.

“The deal went to shit. He’s not in a position to move forward yet. Yadda, yadda, yadda. So I went to the bar to drown in my misery.”

Owen nods as I explain my current predicament.

“Then this woman sits down at the table.”

“Gold digger!” Shaw barks, and I want to throat punch him for even thinking it. I know a gold digger when I see one, and she is not. Hell, I fucked gold diggers on the regular before her. “She has to be a gold digger. No woman sits down at your table without intent,” he states.

“Oh, she had intent, all right.” I smirk, remembering how forward she was. “Intent on riding my cock until it was raw.”

Mase snorts, and Owen throws his head back on a loud chuckle.

“So, you fucked a gold digger. What’s new? Why are you in love?” Shaw lifts his shoulder.

Annoyance reverberates inside me, and I shake my head. They’re clearly not getting it. I feel something, and I never fucking feel a damn thing. “She wasn’t a gold digger. Trust me, I know. She was a businesswoman. Had the hot-as-hell business attire on and a briefcase. A lawyer, actually.” I smile—two intelligent people, fucking until our hearts were content. Not only does she match me inside the bedroom, but outside too.

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