Stephan

Ugh, what am I doing here? I found myself parked in front of Viktor's place, not even realizing I'd turned off the main road. One minute I was lost in a daydream, the next my foot's hitting the brake and my hand's on the gearshift in park.

Great. Just great.

Staring at the locked gate, I chewed on my lip. Sneaking in again was definitely not the plan. So why was I even here? There was nothing to gain from staring at a metal barrier. Yet, something...something drew me to this place.

Viktor, maybe? The guy was shrouded in mystery, and I've always been a sucker for a good puzzle. What was the big deal with him anyway? Why was Greyson paying me to dig up dirt on a photographer? Was it just the pictures, or was there something more? And why the intense need for privacy? Gated entrance, mile-long driveway, living in the middle of nowhere - it all seemed a bit much for a city girl like me. Maybe, just maybe, if I ever got to talk to the guy, I'd get some answers.

Well, brooding wouldn't get