A Taste of Sinclair | Completed

Preface

She was indeed the most captivating of all the women he'd seen. Her blonde locks cascaded along back, stopping at the bump of her bum. Electric green eyes yielded mysteries unsolved, accentuated by long thick lashes. He couldn't get her pink plump lips out of his head. The way she chewed on them when she was nervous or how they were deep pink after a ravenous kiss. Words could not describe her immaculate body, the curves and archs were all unique, delicate and perfect, just perfect.

She was undeniably a beautiful woman, one which he could never have because she belonged to another.

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Peter Sinclair was a business mogul captivated by a mere waitress. Being the broody bad boy his was expected to be he slept with her and never called, because she wasn't meant to be different.

After months flew by he realised he needed to see her again because she was indeed different, she was special and he knew it. Motivated by lust and love he hunted her down, finally finding her, he discovered that perhaps fate was not on his side, as she was engaged.

Was the broody businessman going to fight for his woman?