It was almost evening and Dominic sat in his home office. The glass of whiskey beside him remained untouched as it had gone warm an hour ago. His fingers hovered over the file he hadn’t opened yet.”
The name on the file made his heart beat louder than it should.
Talia Monroe.
He hadn’t meant to follow her, he couldn't call himself a stalker. But when he saw her three days ago he didn't want to let her go. “She looked so lost when he first saw her. He was on his way to one of his companies when he saw her, sitting on the sidewalk, dirty with her hands out begging for money, some people give her, others dont. He had asked his driver to turn back and drive that same place to look at her again, since then he had been struck by her vulnerability and innocent look. So he couldn't call himsel
