H.d. Carlton Books Novels & Stories

I drive back to the mansion in full speed but after getting my hand on a hard drug from some chemist shop. But the moment I slams the door open, I am met with an all dressed Carlton. He’s walking down stairs with Andre who’s equally dressed. They both looked like they are going on a father and son date but I’ll damned if I don’t know they are going to meet dahlia. Visiting dahlia has been carlton recent hobby now… or should I say it’s their little rendezvous for their shady affairs? My thought run wild and rage pulse through my vains but I maintain a calm Demeanor as I traipse in fully.

I heard a commotion coming from some of the office girls across the room which broke me out of my mind swirl. “Have you seen Mr. Hottie out there with the super sports car.” One of them gushed. Please don’t let this be Logan. I thought. The girls were all gushing over some guy outside. I looked over one of their shoulders and sighed. “Leah, isn’t that the guy who was at the bar last week?” One of my closest colleagues asked me a little too loudly, to drop me in it. “Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.”

Carlton. Carlton strode into the room, his presence commanding attention. Clad in a sleek blue suit with a matching tie that hugged his muscular frame, every contour accentuated by the fabric. His hands, filled with veins, casually slipped into his pocket, adding to his aura of confidence. His hair, coffied, framed his chiseled features perfectly. But it was his blue eyes that truly dazzled, drawing me in with their intensity.