The Devil in a suit
For good.
He ran down the stairs two at a time, avoiding the elevator to clear his head. Outside, the rain continued to fall in gusts, turning the streets into black, slippery mirrors. He ignored his chauffeur, who was waiting with an umbrella, and walked to his car, parked in a double-parked spot. He got behind the wheel, started the V8 engine, which roared like a caged animal. He felt like an idiot. Worse than an idiot. He'd let his emotions take over, like a kid. Him, Cameron Black, the king of shadows, the man who crushed empires with a phone call, who solved problems with lead or ironclad contracts. Not with kisses. Not with this weakness he'd felt growing inside him since she'd walked
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