Daniel Cleaver
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A business dinner could take you everywhere except business, Daniel knew that very well. A couple of flirtatious glances and few glasses of champagne afterwards always brought someone to his bed and she was no exception.
Time had passed, Daniel did not even have a clear perception of how long to be honest, he only enjoyed himself until a knock on the door.
He was not expecting anyone and when he opened the door he certainly did not expect to see that face with what looked like the real version of the photo his mom had on her bedside table. "Evening, can I help you or are you lost?"