filled her lungs, clearing her head and crystallizing her thoughts. It was at the moment she rounded the track for the third time that she realized just how she would use her inheritance.
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David nearly busted a gut trying to contain himself when Lucus Stone dropped Vaughn Hamiltonâs name ashis next assignment. To say heâd take great pleasure in getting the goods on that bitch was an understatement. He never thought heâd have the opportunity to make her pay for what sheâd done to him. Now he had his chance.
He slammed the door of his red Mustang convertible and started whistling a tuneless song. The engine roared to life and David started to laugh, a deep, dark, dangerous laugh that built to a crescendo as he pulled into D.C. traffic and headed for his office in Georgetown. Shortly after, he pulled into the small parking lot and headed for the building that was sandwiched between a real estate office and a womenâs boutique.
He trotted up the three flights of stairs to his office. Tossing his suit jacket onto the wooden chair, he crossed the small room to the locked file cabinet. Selecting the key from his ring, he opened the grey metal file drawer and quickly found the file he needed.
David smiled as he flipped the Lucas Stone file open and made several notations on the back sheets. He closed the folder and leaned back in his chair, staring at the letters emblazoned on his open door. David Cain, Political Consultant. A man for hire, he thought.
He put his feet up on his wooden desk, ruminating about the road heâd traveled to get to where he was. Heâd been detoured; there was no question about it. David had been groomed for a life of law and politics. Heâd focused all his ambitions on achieving the life of power and prestige that he craved.
Graduating at the top of his law class at George Washington Univer-sity, heâd easily landed a cushy job with McPhearson, Ekhardt, one of the leading law firms in the District of Columbia. He was headed for great things, until his focus became misdirected when he set his sights on theyoung attorney Vaughn Hamilton. She was magnificent, everything that he had ever desired in a woman. She was ambitious and intelligent, she was competitive, and most of all, she had the right connections.
He looked at the black-and-white photo of her smiling face in the newspaper. Sheâd remained virtually the same. The years had been good to her. There was only the subtle change around her eyes. More mature? More worldly? He couldnât be sure. David, however, had changed, at least physically. His body had filled out, and heâd maintained it vigorously. The result was broad, muscular shoulders and biceps. His thighs were thick and they rippled with power. He was no longer the smooth-faced young attorney-on-the-rise. His square chin was covered in a smooth, finely tapered beard that lent maturity and a sense of mystery to his face. Gone was the full-blown natural hair and in its place was a very short, tapered cut. Yes, on sight, David Cain was a different man. But inside, the burning desire to have what he knew he deserved remained the same.
A picture of Vaughn as sheâd looked on that last day flashed before him. Even now, after so many years, his groin still grew rigid at the very thought of her. That weakness infuriated him. It had cost him his career. He spun around in his chair to face the soft rays of sunshine coming through the tinted windowpane. The movement only served to aggravate the tension between his legs.
If it wasnât for her and her stuck-up, virtuous, holier-than-thou attitude, he could have been a Lucus Stone instead of a hired hand. She thought she was better than him, above his advances. What she really was was a frigid bitch who needed a man to teach her a good lesson.
Now he had the opportunity to pay her back in spades. It was one job he would truly enjoy. He closed his eyesand laced his fingers behind his head.
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