He was my knight in shining armor.My first crush.My true love.
I never wanted anyone before him, and I haven’t wanted anyone since.We may have only known each other for a few years, and only as children, but he was always my one and only.
Not anymore.
Ever since he ripped my heart out with his bare hands and stomped on it with every retreating step, I’ve known I’ll never find my happily ever after, but if my hunch is right—and it always is—Eileen and the elderly woman beside him expect me to find his.
For the first time in my career, I’m not sure I can do it.
Declan Buchanan may break me.Again.
The urge to flee squeezes my chest.His eyes narrow.
He knows.
I brighten my smile and step forward.I’ve worked too hard to get where I am today to ruin it over a man I haven’t seen in twenty years.
Especially not the man who was my first love and only failed attempt at matchmaking.
Chapter 2
Declan Buchanan
For the first time in my adult life, my cock hardens in a painful rush at the mere sight of a woman.
Not just any woman.Karey Justice.The girl who broke through my defenses in middle school, ruined me for anyone else, then stomped on my already jaded heart.
It’s been twenty years since I’ve seen her, but no amount of time would make me forget her face.
She’s a more mature version of her middle school self.No longer is she a bouncy little girl with a ponytail and a word of comfort for every living thing.She’s a woman with expressive light brown eyes, luscious lips, and curves to tempt a saint.
I may not have had sex in years, but I’m nowhere near a saint.My long stretch of abstinence is purely coincidental.
Between expanding my wildly successful business and keeping my grandma out of trouble, I barely have time to sleep much less fuck the boring blonde bimbos always throwing themselves at me.
It seems as though I’ve been successful in business but not in keeping my grandma out of trouble.I’d planned to go along with her scheming—like always—then secretly pay whatever hapless dating coach she’d roped into dealing with me when I proved too difficult—like always—but I never expected to stand face to face with Karey Justice.
I’ve been aware of Karey’s success since the beginning but thought my reputation as a systemic workaholic and stout unromantic—as well as our separate social circles, namely hers the female socialites and mine the boardroom-bound businessmen—would prevent us from running into each other, and for twenty years, it has.
But now my grandmother has brought us together.
Unease worms through my veins even as my cock pulses in my trousers.
Karey’s lips widen in a stunning smile, morphing her gorgeous features into an expression of professional curiosity and eagerness, but the playful sparkle of youth is gone.
The difficulties of life lurk in the depths of her chocolatey eyes.
As she approaches with a woman an age roughly between her own and my grandmother’s, I fight to keep my gaze above her collarbone.
The memory of her creamy flesh exposed for all the world to see both taunts and fills me with jealous rage.
She unwittingly sealed her fate when she allowed the woman’s baby to flash her breasts to New York City’s socialites.
Those tits are mine.All mine.
Mine to taste, knead, and worship with every ounce of devotion trapped inside my body.
I tried to push her away twenty years ago.I warned her I never wanted to see her again, and I never make empty promises.Just because my middle school brain couldn’t fathom the sexual desperation seeing her has caused doesn’t mean a woman with her killer body doesn’t understand.