No Strings Attached

Two gleaming race cars vanished like lightning before Clara's eyes. As she watched the competition from the stands, her phone buzzed with an incoming call from Sasha.

Barely had she tapped the screen to answer when Sasha's shriek pierced the air. "Clara, the groomsman you're paired with at the wedding tomorrow is a total knockout-like, picture a guy who's all refined and repressed with glasses, but a total wild card once they're off. I swear, this dude is all that, absolutely magnetic. Girl, it looks like spring has sprung for you again."

Clara couldn't help but chuckle. "It's just going through the motions, you getting this pumped?"

"Of course I am. I'm all torn up over your happiness. Just you wait, I'm sending you his pic and bio. You're gonna scream. Meet you in the morning to head over together, okay?"

After hanging up with Sasha, Clara's phone was swamped with notifications. Her messeges was flooded with pictures of handsome men.

she tapped open the photo, the man's face seemed oddly familiar. Those dark eyes seemed to

phone screen, she didn't notice lan's husky voice from behind. "Into that type, huh? A gentleman in public,

lan's profound gaze. Only then did she realize why the man in the photo felt so familiar-it was the resemblance to lan's eyes

swiftly composed herself, replying coolly, "That's

his chiseled face hovering just above her. Their proximity was so

voice tender, "If that's what you

of Clara's eye, "Clara, don't look at other men,

offering instead a casual smile, "Even if

walked towards Ryker. Her voice softened from its previous coldness, "Ryker,

with confidence, thumped his chest, "Crushed him with