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CHAPTER 012: The Private Investigator

Caspian's POV

It’s Sunday, eight days since I met the red-haired angel, and I think I’m slowly losing my mind.

I see her in my dreams. I see her when I’m wide awake.

Desiree Blackwood.

Her name is stuck in my head. I remember everything about her—her sharp eyes, her fiery hair, and the way she smelled. I see her in the faces of people I pass, hear her voice in the quiet moments, and feel her touch when I’m alone.

It’s not just a crush; it’s a need. Eight days have felt like forever, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I can’t focus on my work. Every time I try to think about something else, her image pops up in my mind.

Why do I feel this way about her? Is it because she’s a challenge, or because of the fire in her eyes? I don’t know. All I know is that I’m hooked, and there’s no way to stop it.

Beep, beep… beep, beep… beep, beep…

I pick up the phone. “Yes?”

“Boss,” my private investigator says, “I have the information you need.”

“Which of them?”

“Desiree Blackwood.”

Just hearing
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