Dorian by Carlos Dash
Release Date: April 3rd 2017 by Carlos Dash
Series: Sports Billionaire #1
Genres: New Adult, Romance
It was supposed to be a meaningless one-night stand. As a billionaire, I have plenty of those.
But she was different.
How was I supposed to know that I would fall in love with her?
And how was I supposed to know whose daughter she was?
Now I can't stop thinking about her. She's there when I close my eyes. When I get up in the morning. When I try to fall asleep at night.
My entire adult life I was afraid this would happen. Afraid that I would fall in love.
And now it's too late. I have to have her. She has to be mine.
“Yes, I think so,” she replies back to me, her lips pressed so tightly together that they look like one singular line. Despite the strength she showed earlier, she’s obviously having a hard time getting over what just happened. Her heart is probably going a mile a minute.
“Sorry about that.”
“What are you sorry for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”
“I know. I’m just apologizing on behalf of the entire male species.”
Her lips curl into a proper smile. Genuine.
“Well, in that case, on behalf of the entire female species, I accept your apology.” She looks at the empty chair across the table from her and nods at it, her brown locks shifting a little.
“Would you like to sit down?”
I’d like to do a lot more than that.
“If you don’t mind,” I say innocently.
“Not at all. Have a seat.”
And so it begins.
I sit down in the chair and look across at the girl’s face. Our eyes meet—those brown orbs of hers pulling me in. We linger in that fashion for a bit longer than is necessary or normal, and then she looks away and pretends to be checking the time.
I keep staring at her, enjoying watching her squirm under my gaze.
“I’m Dorian,” I say eventually, offering my hand, which she takes into her own after the slightest bit of hesitation, meeting my eyes once again.
“Nice to meet you, Dorian.”
And that’s it. She just stops talking as she releases my hand. I expect her to say her own name, but she doesn’t.