[THE NEW YORK BILLIONAIRES’ CLUB, #1]
Formerly known as HEALING MR. BROWN
My celibacy had nothing to do with god. In fact, I couldn't care less about sleeping around. The problem was I was afraid of touches. Yeah, that's right. Intimacy didn't bother me as long as it was more on the emotional level.
That changed when I met Vincent Brown. He was the epitome of trouble wrapped in a dark-haired, six-foot, brawny body.
Yet his touch didn't unnerve me. Worse, I loved the way it felt.
Our relationship started off as strangers in a one-night-stand and then on a tour around Paris before going back to our different paths.
After five years of avoiding him, who would've thought we would cross paths at a wedding, of all places?
Now that he knows who I am, he's determined to make me stay. He's too hard to deny when he looks at me like I'm the only meal he wants to have and touches me as if I consume every being in his body.
Only he doesn't know the burden I carry.
And the reason I feared being touched.