Richard stared at his phone and wondered what to say or how to go ahead with Hazel. He was getting impatient and frustrated. Damien has bounded him with the contract and he has to think every single step carefully and cautiously. The fucker has it easy. No matter what Marcus says, it was easier to get under the skin of a woman with mind-blowing s*x than gifting her flowers. And Richard didn't doubt Damien's skills in the bed. It would take him a lot more time to get to her than him. He already had control over her body. Annoyed, he drowned his glass of whisky and tried to drone out the baffling music in the club as he tried to think of ways to impress Hazel. Money, jewelry, and all that crap won't work on her. He knew that. He can't touch her. So then what? So far, he has her sympathy. Can
