Chapter Fifty-Seven

CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

*An afterlife where your sexual fantasies are fulfilled to the very letter*

Mr Cross Hopkins, her boss and executive director of the leading and most distinguished advertising company in London and abroad. He's extremely charming, sophisticated, suave of course and a philanderer plus he has this carefree attitude. Are all Americans like this? Because he's so good at it. So good at sweeping her woman off her feet at the slightest touch in the right places.

Even his piercing stares can send you into the afterlife if you're not careful. Don't get me wrong. I don't mean it literally. What I meant was An afterlife where your sexual fantasies are fulfilled to the very letter.

He's a man of his game. And she has no intention of taking part in his senseless games.

Cross was a man who rarely looked anything less than absolutely gorgeous on any day of his life.

There he was, lounging majestically on the leather chair, his long muscular legs crossed together, propping them