Chloe never knew of the power she wielded, not until that fateful day, so long ago when I protected her from herself and revealed my secrets to her innocent eyes. The day I lost her. But sheβs back, sheβs home and sheβs all grown up. Soft and lush with curves for days, Chloe is all woman now. And she's all mine. She just doesn't know it yet.
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He gives the phrase βart loverβ a whole new meaningβ¦
Itβs been twenty years since I discovered the big marble statue sitting on the roof of my childhood home was much more than he seemed. Twenty years since he was forced to rescue me. Iβve never forgotten the way I felt as he held me in his sculpted arms, or the fact I never said βthank youβ. After all, how do you say thank you when words just aren't enough?