She was exotic with a thick but petite frame. She had light yellowish-brown skin, full lips, brown eyes, and distinctive features: a mixture of either Black and Hispanic or Indian, he couldn’t really tell.
pg 22
Marcus hesitated a bit before delving down into details and spoke precipitously, “She is visiting her mother.”
pg 53
“Your wife is not home, and yet you asked me out for dinner. What does that mean?” Ciara asked directly, fluttering her lashes. “Aren’t you being a naughty boy?”
When she straddled his lap, the feel of her hot skin against his sent a shockwave through him. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you?” she teased, her hips grinding against his hardness, her breath hot against his ear.
pg 78
Ignoring the chaos, Ciara finally retrieved a manila folder tucked neatly at the back. Dusting it off lightly, she opened it. The folder wasn’t bulky, held shut by a single clasp. But in that moment, to Marcus, it held their future.
pg 149
The urge to scream clawed at Victor’s throat, but all that emerged was a choked sob. Tears, hot and furious, blurred the scene before him.
pg 202
Marcus forced a weak smile. “Yeah, just…a bad dream,” he admitted, his pillow soaked in sweat.
pg 301
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