At least I was until I heard her voice. Until I saw her face. Until I began experiencing life in Raegan’s light. Now I’m obsessed, and I want to show her I can be more than a cold, unfeeling billionaire. But to get close to her, I have to hide who I am. When she discovers my true identity, will she run?

Chapter 1

Ivan

Quiet.

My favorite sound once upon a time. The place I’ve been renting for the past week is filled with it. Now the very thing I loved in the past is haunting me. My mind longs for a different sound. A fucking giggle. What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve been asking myself that for a week.

I’ve even toyed with the idea of seeking psychological help. I’m clearly not myself, but I toss that idea right out. Truth is, I don’t want to fix what’s wrong with me. That would mean no more sunshine. That my days would go back to being the same as they were before her. I can’t have that. I could never go back.

As I do every morning, I reach for my phone on the nightstand, sit up, and throw my legs over the side of the bed.

Instead of going into my emails as I do every other morning, I click on Marco’s name. A man I barely know but who knows a hell of a lot about me. At least in an area I don’t want him to.

An acquaintance of mine, Vincent, suggested him to me when I told him I might need security and possibly a private investigator while I was in town. His head of security told him to get Marco. That he was the best in the business. That’s all the information I’d gotten about him.

A first name and a fucking number. For all I know, it could actually be his last name. While I might have been annoyed at the time, the man has proven to be efficient in his tasks. I often think some of the things he does may not always be on the legal side to get what I want, but then I don’t ask. As long as I get the information I’m seeking, I really don’t care how he comes by it. A week ago, I would have had a problem with that. Now my morals have started to shift.

Marco: Went to bed at 2am after spending three hours on her laptop. Want to know what she was doing? Strange search history this one.

Marco enjoys poking me. It’s not something I’m used to, but he knows I need him more than he likely needs me. Especially for how expensive the man is. I’m sure he’s got a long list of other people he could be stalking.