Prologue
After marrying what he believed was his soulmate, Maxwell found himself lost in the confusion of how their love had turned sour. In an attempt to escape this heartache, he unexpectedly crossed paths with someone who was both familiar and strangely intriguing.
In a desperate bid to move on from his wife, Maxwell made a fateful decision - a one-night stand, not with any random stranger, but with this enigmatic man. This unexpected encounter marked the beginning of a rollercoaster of emotions...
"I assure you, Sir, there's no chance I'm you, or I'd have realized it sooner," Maxwell spoke firmly, his eyes clear as he tried to distance himself. "But I see you revel in my resistance," Andrew countered, gazing intently into his eyes, his breath warm against Maxwell's skin.
"If I were anything like you, I'd have known that much earlier," Maxwell held back, avoiding a direct touch, disgust evident on his face, which only elicited a chuckle from Andrew. "Let's see how long you can fight it. For now, I'll enjoy the anticipation of you begging for my touch," Andrew whispered, his tongue teasing the sensitive spot behind Maxwell's ear, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
