Reaper Yates glanced at the beautiful girl before him. Young, pretty, wealthy, well-connected, and full of life—the dream girl of many men. And yet, she only had eyes for him.
Few men could have turned down a woman like her.
Yet he had never been tempted.
Or perhaps, his heart had been lost ten years ago—it had been taken by a girl named Stella Lockwood. For the past decade, he had been a man without a heart.
He paused, his expression turning grim. "I don't have any ideas about you, and I never will. You're the cherished daughter of the Chase family. Outside, I, Reaper Yates, can be as savage and violent as I want. But back at your family's home, let's be honest, I'm nothing more than a guard dog..."
