At the tender age of twenty-two, Clover was spontaneous and unapologetically free. Promiscuous to some, sexually liberated to others. Untamed, unbothered, and impossible to hold onto, Clover never imagined one man could quiet the chaos she wore like a crown.
Then Sir entered her life.
He was Magnetic. Fine. Older. Charismatic. Seasoned in ways Clover didn't know she craved until he chose her. And for the first time, she considered submitting more than just her body to a man.
But men like Sir don't usually stay. They thrive on lust, feed off sexual chaos, and need variety like oxygen. So was Clover just another indulgence for him? Or had he finally met the one woman rare enough to make him toy with the idea of monogamy?