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people. As individuals, all with
their imperfections and frailties, as well as their strengths
and...assets. We're all different, Belle. I don't look down on
someone because they haven't been given the best start in life. Or
because circumstances out of their control forced them down a certain
path.”
    “ Like my path?”
    “ Exactly. I'd never judge you for who you are, or what
you've done or do. We all have our reasons for doing what we do, for
becoming who we are. There are a million influences on our lives,
making each person unique, like a snowflake. I'm not one to cast
judgment, Belle.”
    He moves toward me, sits down next to me on the bed.
    “ I don't want you sleeping with anyone down here,”
he repeats as before.
    He lifts a hand, brushes it gently across my face,
pushing the hair from my eyes.
    “ Anyone but me.”
    Then he leans forward, drapes his lips lightly over
mine, and pulls back.
    “ You really are perfect, just as you are.”
    With that, he climbs back to his feet and makes his way
toward the door.
    Leaving me longing for his touch, his scent, his warmth.
    Leaving a hole inside me that now, after only a few
passing minutes between us, he can fill. 

PART THREE
    Chapter One

    Have you ever had a lust for someone that makes your
body physically ache?
    The sort of ache that's there with you constantly. That
you go to sleep with, wake up with, eat your breakfast with and go to
church with. The sort that makes you feel awkward because you're
thinking about sex in the holiest of places. That makes you
forgetful, like you're always in a daydream, like there's nothing
else in the world but that need that lives deep down in your body.
    Until now, such a feeling has been alien to me. Lust was
a word that I heard people talk about, but never truly understood. I
did little more than fancy guys, maybe fall for them on some level,
but never truly give myself to them. Never be truly entranced by
them, hypnotized by them.
    Now, that's all changed.
    Now, I understand the word at its deepest level. I know
everything there is to know about it. Hell, I could write a fucking
thesis on it if you asked me to.
    Kyle .
    It's all about Kyle.
    Billionaire, beautiful, brilliant. Three words that sum
up the man in a nutshell. A man who's taken his life and forged it
into something everlasting, something that mere mortals could never
hope to achieve. A man who's redefined the meaning of the word
desire. A man who lives in my head always, who haunts my waking
dreams and completely consumes my thoughts.
    I have given myself to Kyle. I did it because he wanted
me to, because I wanted to. In his eyes I see that same lust, that
same reflection of a carnal need to explore each other from top to
toe.
    And now, each day, I pray for my return to Club
Billionaire. Pray for the day to speed up so that I can see him
again, if only across the room. Pray that he'll be there, that he'll
find me in the stockroom and lay his hands on me. That the fantasy
will engulf me once more and I'll lose myself to his lips, his
fingers, his electric touch.
    It's been three weeks now since Kyle saved me from the
clutches of Bradley Turner. Since he diverted me from a path I wasn't
willing to tread. Like a single wrong step, or wrong turn, I might
have found myself moving into a completely different life, a
different world.
    If I'd have fucked Brad, then where would it stop? He'd
have kept coming back for more. He'd probably have told his friends
about me, sent them in to have a go. The floodgates will have opened,
and there would have been no way to hold back the storm.
    But Kyle saved me, and now I belong to him.
    I go to the club that night, and when I see him my heart
soars. Always impeccably dressed. So smart he'd make Stephen Hawking
jealous. Standing upright, perfect posture like he's cut from stone.
And underneath, that Greek God body, rippling with muscle, his
condition perfect.
    He catches eyes with me across the room, and I see his
composure lost