I got into the shower, flashes of her image played in my head. I groaned in frustration. I cursed at my memory, I remember how she felt against my palm, her reaction to every flick of my finger, her face, and how she smells. 

My memory had all of this, unfortunately, my memory couldn't help me find her, just like the night, she was gone.

*****Kennedy Russell is the billionaire everyone wants, but no one has ever seen. One night stands come and go, a certain Friday night, he meets a mysterious girl. They have an intense make-out session, and he can not get her out of his mind. So he embarks on a journey, he searches for her, using his best friend, Cameron. 

Cameron searches for her everywhere, using only the information Kennedy had provided him, "she was rich, because her skin was very silky, soft, and she was wearing designer clothes." Cam searched every rich female he knew, the only Clarissa Jones he finds was a married woman. 

The fact that she was his brother's wife.

The information breaks Kennedy, since it was against his moral values to have sex with a married woman. 

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"Look, look at this." I push my iPhone into his face as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing.
"Mimosa?" He calls out in his sexy morning voice.
I try not to dwell on his voice and instead focus on what I needed him to see.
"What is the time?" He squints at the time stamp on the top of my ...

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