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Sarah’s mother had died three years later, she’d sold the failing hotel and moved to London, where she’d easily fallen into her current role. The owner had snapped her up, thanks to her experience and hard-working ethics. Then she’d thrown herself into her job, to smother the heartache of losing her parents… and Dylan.
    Sarah sat in the taxi now, gazing out of the window as the sun rose over London. He’d said back then that she’d regret it if she stayed with him and abandoned her mother. And of course, he was right. But every day since then, she’d regretted leaving him. And here she was, leaving him again. And she knew it was for the last time. Dylan wasn’t the sort of man who you walked out on twice. He wouldn’t come chasing after her – he hadn’t before, so why would he now? But it was surely for the best. She had her own life now, and he had his.
    And he was mixed up with Russians and soccer clubs. Sarah sighed. She wanted an easy life… But actually more than that, she wanted Dylan to turn up at the hotel later, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her off to the honeymoon suite to make love to her all day.
    And she wanted for them to be together forever. 

Chapter Five
     
    Dylan awoke to the sound of the front door clicking shut in the hallway. His sleepy mind frantically located where he was, and he realised he was lying on a leather couch, feeling hot and horny. He grinned. Sarah, oh my god, had he really made love to her last night? He stretched and opened his eyes. He knew she wouldn’t be here, but still part of him hoped she might be… No, all he saw was Adam’s baroque living room and an empty space in his arms where she should’ve been.
    He shook himself out of it. This was for the best. All he’d wanted to do was fuck her out of his system, one more time. And that’s what he’d done. It was over, and that was good.
    So why did a part of him feel desperate to see her again? The truth was, he woke up most mornings thinking of Sarah, so why should today be any different? But he refused to allow himself to be sucked back into falling in love with her. Love was painful. He enjoyed fucking women; seeing them climax when he possessed them entirely. Love was for losers. His mind drifted to the bet he’d made with Adam a few months ago. At the time, Adam had just confessed his love for Amy, and Dylan had vowed to remain a bachelor forever. Adam had bet him ten grand that he would fall in love within the next year. Dylan refused to lose. So all he needed to do was ensure he didn’t fall in love, and he’d win. He was the one controlling this. No problem.
    But his body craved to see Sarah again as much as it was currently craving his morning cup of coffee. As much as breathing and eating. He realised that she was as addictive as caffeine – perhaps it had been a mistake to take that first shot of her, like a junkie regretting his first hit.
    No, that was stupid. Dylan was a man in control of his world. He was a successful businessman – dominating and assertive in the boardroom and bedroom – he was renowned for it. So maybe what he actually needed was to have her once more, to really get her out of his system. She was like an itch that required a good scratch – in the same way that his morning wood was currently desperate for her to suck it dry.
    He shook himself out of it and focused on the day ahead. What he needed to do right now was get back to his place so he could shower, then get suited-up for his meeting with Vladimir Orlov. Shit, that was going to be strained after last night…
    It was weird that Natalia had said she’d have some information for him today. He grabbed his phone and quickly sent Joseph a message to meet him in Leicester Square at noon. He wondered what the hell Natalia could possibly want to tell him. Maybe it had something to do with the deal with Orlov. Dylan decided he wouldn’t sign anything at the meeting this morning, just in case. What a shame he