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coffee

red his hands digging into her flesh while she rode him through the night. I might have to come back here for a visit after I'm done, he told himself, still watching t

at a café in Hastings, eyeing up the waitress while working a hunch. He had found a Charlotte Garcia who was the right a

did an internet search on Maria Jaco

billionaire mogul foun

along with her billionaire husband, Mark Townsend. Their eight-year-old daughter, Maria Jacobs, had been found hiding in the closet and, with no living family, had ended

be her,

a public friend list, public photographs and had even posted about attending a public event later in the week. Closing the laptop, Aiden chucked his coffee down his throat

y Charlotte and began to browse the images on the wall. Making his w

I h

hinking of something large and unique. Maybe a back piece leading to the chest, but then

t with Charlie. She'll

g the wall. The dark-haired man had entered the shop floor fr

ore bookings for today. She has some for tomorrow, tho

you not do t

ter to get a better look at the door that wa

you fancy a piercing while you're here, you can step

hanks. I'll pop by tomorro

tomorrow, though. I only com

, reaching the door.

a scent like no other hit him like a tidal wave. It was the sweetest, most seductive smell that he had ever come across. Stopping

e to find it. Wher

bright red hair was standing by the side of a black R

e," he

new, but he had to make

You have to fi

. The smell could wait. He had work to do. As he walked towards the

aying attention," Aiden sai

man. I was always rushing

er and scanned the car park. It was practic

s here. Please

r to the red-haired woman. Her scent filled his

need her. W

somewhere he could shift. He needed to confirm it was Charlie so

go to her.

ike some hel

t thank you for o

every line of the tattoos that covered her shoulder and spread over her chest. His fingers twitche

Have a lovely aft

alked away from Charlie Garcia, the most beautiful woman