No Strings Attached

lan was utterly captivated by the small birthmark shaped like a petal on Clara's shoulder blade. Whenever he held her from behind, his lips were drawn to that delicate mark, as if by some magnetic force. He fancied that with each kiss, the blossom exuded a sweet, floral scent that seemed to fuel his desire. The thought that Clara could be May's daughter - and therefore his intended - sent waves of emotion through him, making his gaze grow more intense and tender.

His voice was husky with emotion, barely above a whisper. He proclaimed, "Clara, you're my destiny."

Then, he restarted the engine.

Clara, headphones in, had missed the exchange between lan and Edwin, and even lan's heartfelt declaration had gone unheard. She had indulged in a glass or two of wine that evening, and with Anders away she'd been swamped with cases at the firm. It had been days since she'd had a proper rest.

As the soothing music played and the enchanting night view passed by the window, Clara's consciousness began to drift. She fought the encroaching sleep for a moment, but within three minutes, her neck slumped and she was out cold against the seatback.

answered without checking who it was. Sasha's voice, laced with surprise, came through, "Clara, where the heck are you? You're not

she mumbled

you're not. I've been calling your name at your place for ages,

Clara's vision blurred and a deep, magnetic voice

why are you with that jerk? Please don't tell me you fell for his tricks and ended up

with her phone

black silk robe. It was slightly open at the chest to reveal his well-defined pectorals, a point of pride. His dark eyes were fixed on her,

that had seen countless nights of passion between them. Her drowsiness vanished instantly. She clutched the sheets to her chest. Her tone was

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