The Former. I Will Find and Claim

“Camilla,” the man’s low voice was cold, but there was a barely perceptible pain in it. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”

The words got stuck in my throat. I dreamed of this meeting for all those years and feared it. My ex—whom I ran from without even saying I was pregnant, to save myself and my baby.

“Hello. I didn’t know you ran a foundation,” my voice trembled, but I forced myself to finish. “I need help.”

The man stepped closer, and I instinctively backed away.

“Speak!” he snapped sharply, as if lashing at me.

“I’m here only for my son! And I won’t go anywhere until I get what I came for—whatever it takes, no matter what it costs me.”

“To Sasha, my son, an operation is needed. I… I can’t afford to pay for it!” I blurted out all at once.

Ruses’s eyes narrowed, studying me with icy calm.

“And you decided to come to me?” he said coldly.

I nodded, feeling my heart almost stop from fear and desire.

“I’ll help,” his voice turned low and firm. “But in return, you will become my lover—for a month!”