Women are puppets to him – easy to handle, easy to conquer. Not me, though.
Cedric Crow, the aloof and mysterious thriller and suspense writer, a star with millions of fans and billions in his bank account.
He is used to have women at his feet, worshipping his every move, his every word.
I had it coming when I dared to roll my eyes at his narcissistic ramblings.
But I didn’t expect him to go after me like this.
He wants me. All of me.
Submitting to him excites me.
He wakes me from a slumber that has cast a damp over my dull life.
But he's keeping a secret from me... can I really trust him?