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- Herausgeber: December Drake
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Benjamin is an asset management subcontractor for a local mob family. That’s a fancy way of saying that the boss of his boss likes to keep a judge in their pocket, and it’s his job to ensure their judge stays motivated. Benjamin does that by stealthily shadowing the judge’s beloved grown daughter, Ashley, 24/7. All while secretly wishing she were his.
Then, Benjamin learns that an experimental treatment he underwent last year could make him go into a primal frenzy, driving him to claim the right woman. He’s stunned, but there’s also nothing he can do but pray. Because he can’t leave his post.
The primal regression hits him, just as things go sideways. When he’s ordered to take Ashley as collateral, he realizes that won’t be the only way he’s taking her. And he won’t stop, until she’s thoroughly his, in every way.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Claiming His Target
December Drake
Copyright © 2024 December Drake
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No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.
This book is a work of fiction. The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred.
Contents
Adistant alarm clock blared in his earbuds, followed by the rustle of Ashley stirring in bed with a sleepy moan that had his blood rushing south.
Benjamin smiled, and opened his eyes. “Good morning, kitten,” he whispered.
He threw back his covers and sat up, waiting until he heard Ashley get to her feet next door before also rising. He quickly bound his makeshift bedding into a tight roll, and set it in the corner.
The walls between the condo units were ridiculously thin, both a blessing and a curse. He could easily hear her moving around her condo without the audio feed in his ear, especially with no furniture on his side to absorb the sound.
Ashley walked into her bathroom, and he softly followed suit to his own. He’d found it best to sync his footsteps to hers, to prevent any unnecessary sound that she might hear.
If she realized that someone was squatting in the empty condo next door, things could get messy.
He emptied his bladder and flushed his own toilet a half second after she did, and managed to turn the dial on his own shower head about the same time.
After months of learning her daily patterns, he knew what speed he needed to maintain while he soaped up. Music blared from her bedroom, and he smiled as she sang along in the shower.
She’d been on this album for a while now. It was starting to grow on him, too.
He didn’t have as much to do after his shower as she did, giving him a chance to relax. He chose one of the outfits he’d brought downstairs from his real condo: a pair of dark jeans, and another turtleneck.
The high neck of the shirt still made him squirm a bit. But after hearing Ashley on the phone with her friend one night, talking about how sexy turtlenecks looked on men, he’d ordered a whole box of them.
Her blow-dryer started up next door. Benjamin prepped a self-heating instant meal, then turned on his single-cup coffee maker.
There was no electricity in the vacant unit, and thus he’d wired a couple car batteries in parallel to an inverter for his simple needs. It was more than enough to keep his gear charged up, power a lamp, and occasionally run a hot plate for cooking food.
When Benjamin heard her move into her own kitchen to make breakfast, he tipped quietly toward the wall. He put his eye to the tiny peephole he’d installed, hidden from sight on her side by a bookshelf.
The fish-eye lens gave him a panoramic view into the front rooms of her home. Ashley stood at her kitchen counter, adding ingredients to a little toasted sandwich maker.
Benjamin hummed appreciatively at her outfit, a black satin blouse tucked into tight jeans. Ashley always wore high heels, and he couldn’t wait to see which ones she’d wear today. She had a whole closet full of heels in every possible color and height, and they all drove him fucking wild.
What mattered right now was that she was decently dressed. He pressed the button mounted next to the peephole, and the lens briefly flickered as it snapped a picture.
Benjamin checked his phone to make sure it had uploaded properly, then went to finish his own meal.
Photos of Ashley at home were Level 3 photos, as opposed to Levels 1 and 2 photos of her in public, or at work. He hadn’t yet been ordered to send over a Level 3 picture, but he still needed to collect them.
To prove that Ashley was always within his, and by extension, his employer’s grasp, at all times.
Still, Benjamin made sure that she was captured in those pictures fully clothed. Not only did the mere idea of anyone seeing her in a state of undress infuriate him, but he was determined to preserve her personal dignity, as much as possible.
He wasn’t here to humiliate her.
Theo, Benjamin’s boss, called their business asset management. Ashley was a Class B asset. They used Class B assets to keep higher-value, Class A assets in line.
Such as Ashley’s father, Judge Hamilton.
Benjamin had been assigned to manage Ashley seven months ago. To insert himself into her life overtly, as an acquaintance, and covertly shadow her at all times.
It was his job to be within thirty seconds’ reach of her, any time of day. If Judge Hamilton bucked their control, and refused to cave even after being shown Level 3 photos of his daughter, Theo would call in a Code Black.
Then, Benjamin would be on the move, tasked with grabbing Ashley, and quickly. Using his cloned key to let himself into her home, or worst case, taking the fire escape to her nearest window.
